Hey everyone, I’m so nervous… Tu is both miserable and nervous because he is having to shed his shell… like the horse jockeys, having to go into a steam barrel, forcing the horse to lose weight when running… Tu has to be very thin, wandering in the fields to remember every rice field, every grass bank, wandering in deep alleys… many dogs barking… every now and then stepping on some dog shit, smelling the pungent smell of pig manure from the gardens… to let the emotions of the time when he was 15…16 years old come back… to let the words flow out… otherwise he would have to write, tell again, the taste of today’s era… the mute girl, the pink girl… not being next to the distillery… and not being able to hear the cries… who wants wine, who wants sticky rice cake. where are you guys…
i told you… the story that tu told… you guys have to be quiet… and discuss the words… the ideas… because he wrote it and won’t read it again… if anyone is happy then give him some words of encouragement… your comments… tu just wiped the dog shit under his sandals and laughed… because he was happy guys…
thanks… guys… who knows maybe tonight he will remember something and tell you guys
Friend
Have you ever wondered what love and wedding days were like in your ancestors’ time?
Yes…I start from the zalo group again guys
That Friday afternoon, it was almost 4pm, the time when salaried workers who had been hunched over their chairs all week were about to have a break… the lethargic atmosphere seemed to spread throughout the office… everyone wanted to get off work quickly to go pick up their kids, some were worried about traffic jams… some wanted to quickly go to the beer hall to have a few beers to blow off steam.
That guy, a great storyteller, opened the clip on toptop…about the story of an 80 year old woman…about the love and kisses…of her girlhood…
The grandmother’s honest words through her niece’s question deserve to be a hot trend..
did he kiss her in the past
how the hell can you kiss me or i’ll slap your mouth…
The whole office burst out laughing… the women and girls laughed so hard
the zalo group…is silent…
A moment later, the bastard hit me up. At that time, he kissed me…maybe even licked me.
bald guy…philosopher of many theories said…
no
no love, parents arrange where then you sit… marriage is all about proposal, my uncle got married when she was just over 13 years old… heard some women say she worked hard for 4 years then he dared to sleep with her and hold her hand
hehe long time no see that guy smile…
but… that bastard hit it and didn’t lick it, how can it be enjoyable… licking is just instinct… don’t you see horses… buffalos… all sniff that place… before jumping
I hit you…you two are starting again…hehe
Giap said… that’s a hard story to tell, no one teaches that… it’s a sensitive story, no one has ever been told by their parents… adults …
The bastard said the internet is full now, why do you need to wake up?
shameless guy… talking about the past and how it makes sense in the present
I hit again…that guy is right haha
two guys typing continuously, this argument will probably never be won because it’s like water and fire, a long-standing rivalry between cats and dogs.
I don’t care to watch it anymore. I wander out to the balcony… there is a small cafe counter… to serve… dreamily looking through the glass window… far away… the busy traffic at the end of the afternoon… in that far away corner with the tall tree is my house… my house, that’s my hometown.
wedding day
oh so long ago, so long ago..
My grandmother. A kind grandmother, she taught me very well… a strong grandson… followed her to hold scissors, hold pincers… she often whispered to tell me many stories in her mind…
years living with friends of the same age… also full of stories of shepherd children
That year I was probably 6 or 7 years old, at the end of the 10th lunar month, after the wedding season was bustling around the villages…
I don’t know what the custom is. The feast is during the day, in the evening around 5 or 6 pm the bride is picked up… the sound of firecrackers going off is loud… the children compete to pick up the empty firecrackers that fly out when they explode. They consider it a prize, they fight and trample on each other…
The bigger and stronger guy fought over the firecracker that exploded randomly while it was still smoldering.
They pushed each other and fell face down on the dog shit that had just been pooped in the afternoon. The cotton shirt was stinky, the smell of dog shit rose up..
The younger boy cried like he was tearing his clothes apart… screaming loudly for his mother while walking and cursing “fuck your mother…fuck Tuan’s mother…”
I stood at the intersection watching the bride procession.
The bride and groom held hands. They only had new shirts. The groom wore a white chiffon shirt inside…a pink veil on his head, and a curtain hanging down to his slim waist…
Follow him to her husband’s house at night, the wedding room is in the yard, eating candy, cakes… drinking soft drinks, no speakers, only singing and the guitar of the culture uncle
Outside the bride’s gate, Tuan led more than a dozen guys hugging each other’s backs, walking and shouting…
Bride and groom
Put the basket on your head
Eat jujube
head in the butt
Ha ha …
children’s cries
The sound of the young man being chased and caught echoed innocently to his ears, causing him to scream in pain.
You son of a bitch, you woke up, I’ll beat you to death. Now your mother has shocked the whole village, now it’s your turn.
Fuck off…
Ah…madam Binh…
She gave birth to Tuan… he is 13 years old and the most mischievous boy in this village.
Damn it, Tuan’s mother…if she were still alive…her swearing would win the prize for the skit that made people lose their lives swearing.
At that time, she had two daughters with her husband. I don’t know why he passed away. I don’t know how she worshiped him. Only 2 years later, she gave birth to Tuan…and two years later, Tuan had a younger brother.
White, plump, tall, flirtatious eyes, like a lustful woman, like a goblin of the married women around the village, around the neighborhood
But I don’t know why…every time she lost her vegetables or chicken, she would curse.
Her curses were clear, resounding, booming, bouncy…continuous in rhyme like six-eight poetry…as if stretching along the vegetable field…
You eat my vegetables, go east and die east, go west and die west.. you climb a tree and fall down and break your head.. your three relatives.. put their faces in my L.. I drink blood, drink blood, drink my l.. gas.. hey thief
I don’t understand why the women in the village were silent and embarrassed when they saw her cursing…they quickly walked past to relieve their headaches…
Men, on the other hand, just kept smiling smugly…the sentence she cursed…drinking her gas.
In my naive days, I didn’t understand anything, I put my face on that thing…drinking…how…should I do this?
It was not until later, when he was almost 15 years old, that he understood why men liked to hear her scolding….
…………………….
For tonight…
My aunt arched her hips as if wanting to swallow my two fingers. When my two fingers played with the two edges of her vagina,
Just touch it, auntie.
Someone said the cat was eating a lump of fat…how could that be…I was just touching it.
two delicious sugarcane stalks, a whole bush on a cold night like this…
There is no story about just touching L…aunt Tu, right?
But the night before…the night, on the raft, swaying with emotions through rapids and waterfalls, with the mute girl
In the moment of flying, immense joy and happiness.
then
Just one quacking of a crockery makes the turtle dove curl up.
Now…the buffalo stake is very hard…
The mute girl lying beside him was inching closer.
Remember the morning I met her
aunt…is also the most mean, spiteful, and insinuating person…
Oh…she said she cares about her aunt…
Now…you dare to do this…
Then I will let you die…
My aunt’s ass was shaking and groping very lightly as the hand was caressing the slimy, wet groove… tight, inside the finger was teasing the soft folds of flesh…
Auntie is moaning…the moan is stuck in her throat
I don’t know if the mute girl on the other side can hear, or is asleep, or is silent, or is watching us on this side…
I only know that my aunt always carries a bamboo stick wherever she goes…she hit me once on the leg and…
Broken leg… ruined life… aunt, nephew
So scared…my dick slowly went limp.
My aunt’s fingers caressed the base of the buffalo pole… the soft, young grass around the base of the buffalo pole…
She suddenly leaned over.
aunt looked over..
Whispering…what’s wrong?
Tu is scared…whispering
What to fear?
Afraid she would know
How do you know?
If she is mute and cannot speak, I will die.
Hee hee…
It’s OK..
I was very shy, thinking about the strong feelings with the mute girl…on the other side just now I felt her butt was gently moving…
What if she knows I’m touching you…she gets sad…she leaves…then…how can that be?
I don’t know if it’s because of love or something else..I just feel..the mute girl is so close, every day I just wish to hug her…just hope peace comes to her after these hard days.
Auntie said…whispering
Tu know what.. whisper
I just said it with my heart..whispering
what did you say
I want to hear…
yeah…i’m shy…lao sao
Suddenly, my aunt tilted her body, her neck slightly raised, close to her ear…
whispering…aunt said…look at the boy growing a beard…wonder if he has hair yet…hehe…i’ll check later…tam keep it a secret
mute girl said…whispering
my heart said…so handsome..just look at it..my sister and I are kissing…hehe…
but i’m scared of you grandma…if you know then…whisper…
only my aunt and I know…don’t be afraid..
auntie…whispering
what… whispering
the small voice of aunt and niece, close to each other’s ear… as if only the wind was transmitting…
who was her first time with..
with my aunt’s lover…while going to school..
are there many
much….
where are you
sometimes in the classroom…in the classrooms…on the soccer field…once almost got caught by the security guard…
Why don’t you bring him home to meet your family and marry him?
He still remembers writing to his aunt… last year his aunt was forced by her mother to marry him in the next village… then had an abortion… she was sad that she couldn’t marry the person she loved. She was shocked… because when she did it… it hurt like giving birth…
aunt …
what’s up
do you hate grandma
before my aunt was very angry with my mother…
But since I came here, my heart has improved a lot because I think it’s much more miserable than me, but I’m still optimistic.
where is your boyfriend now
He’s gone to work…still writes letters to his aunt…maybe he can’t forget her…
what’s your secret aunt?
hee hee…what’s the secret…here it is…do you want to know?
Have ..
I’ll let you know later
Suddenly I saw my aunt’s left hand grabbing the soft cock in her shorts.
I heard my aunt say..
break out..
immature head..
the age of only knowing how to be tough
Now I understand that all this time my grandmother…aunt kept whispering about my aunt’s story…and now in this warm blanket…it’s spilling out…
aunt…
why
Auntie, cheer up…hehe..
ah
when you were in high school did you love anyone
there are many guys following me…
is that it?
no way..i just let them touch…just touching and they are already crazy about it..hehe
chest
yeah..someone made me so crazy that I could put my hand down and my aunt pulled me up…hehe
this place..
my hand again touched the slit…my finger again caressed the tip…where there was a small crest
uh…that place…touch it
you touch
aunt is bleeding
so happy aunt
uh…so good
uh…
Tú…I really want to play…but we are aunt and niece… incest …if we do it, it will bring bad luck to the whole family.
yes..i’m afraid grandma will know…
Tú..put your finger down there..
My hand caressed the edge of the two mounds of flesh… I’ve been talking for a while now… the slit was so dry it felt like it was shrinking… now it was slippery… and it was oozing out again.
this girl
yes aunt
When you grow up… only marry the person you love… in life you only have feelings of love once… if there is a next time… feelings for someone… it will just be a copy, Tu
is that so aunt.. then aunt please contact your lover.. cheer up, me and aunt mute support you..
wow..so sweet-tongued..hehe..but I like it
This guy…when I was in school…my aunts passed around a handwritten story book to read…it was so good
what story?
the Paris case…
how is it aunt
They wrote about the noble families of kings and mandarins in France…brothers…aunts and nieces marrying each other…blood relations, to avoid mixing bloodlines outside…passing the throne to the next generations.
Tu …
Yes
At this moment, my aunt and I leaned towards each other…her arms hugged my neck tightly..
My aunt kissed my cheek, my neck very lightly… caressing… like she was missing her lover…
Oh…aunt…I feel uncomfortable
yes… take off your pants
Uh….
My aunt’s hand was still in her shorts. It wasn’t too tight… because the elastic band was wrinkled. Now she was holding the elastic band… pulling it down slowly… the buffalo pole stood up hard and tense…
aunt pressed my belly, her belly closer…her hand held tightly…kneaded my head…
My aunt’s hand moved down to her hips, she pulled down the elastic pants she was wearing… her thighs were warm and rich… wrapped between my legs, one below the other. She pressed her pussy… against the fork of my hard cock.
you…lao khao…
Yes…
women…girls…also know how to love, also want to make love…ovulation days…uh…
auntie said…down there auntie’s hand is still gently stroking…
Yes…
the heart is so beautiful…it also has needs…later…when…please do…for me
what to do aunt
uh…she’s pregnant…because of an accident…don’t know what it is…when won’t you come over…love her…make her happy…pregnant woman…when the pregnancy is stable…also want to fuck her a lot
I’m scared….
it’s okay…fuck me…she’s pitiful and cute
Only with my aunt would I dare come here…without my aunt, I’m so scared…if my mom finds out, I’ll die.
yes, I know
Now do you want to know my secret…I’ll suck your cock to make you happy…later you’ll fuck me hard…
Nanny Tam is very beautiful..I saw it..Nanny Tam is pregnant but her nipples are still very pink…
so what about you
here…touch it…still big but my nipples are a bit dark…
I’m a little sad…
you
Yes
Suck my aunt’s breasts… she pulled up her shirt… rich, creamy… the smell of a girl in her prime… she pulled my neck into her breasts. like a child…. my lips closed…
suck gently..
Uh..
Aunt stroked her hand up and down a lot..
Auntie…I feel so uncomfortable…
suck it…suck this nipple too…love it..
.Uh
I fondled my aunt’s small nipples…
suddenly..so fast..
My aunt gently pulled her body down… she gently pressed her face against my stomach, her lips lightly kissed… past my navel. She sucked on the head of my cock… her hand gently stroked the fine hairs at the base of my cock
no more worries, no more distance… just the sound of the wind in my heart… want to moan out loud… but I’m afraid
uh…
.my head felt like it was suffocating..my hips moved slightly…like I wanted to smack my aunt’s mouth…
u u…i slightly poked my head out from under the edge of the blanket…
God …
her mute ass moved closer…her back arched slightly…leaning…
aunt sucking…down there…
dramatic…
my head touched her ass…
die …..
she is still awake
oh no…she is mute and not sleeping….
when i felt her hand gently around my butt… touching my mouth… as if wanting me to suck… on her fingers that were gently reaching back…
.Oh…..
down there in the blanket..aunt is still sucking….
only echoes…pop pop…
my head is numb… dark, dizzy, soaring…
uh…
suck on her finger…
kiss
kiss
no….i am dead…
The house is on fire… splashing… like someone poured water… flooding out…
hehe….
I don’t know what she was thinking all this time,…I was just surprised when I tilted her up…uh uh in her throat…very quickly.
.she mutely pulled my head and clamped it tightly…
the whole three-way intersection, her thick, mute… pants, panties… flew away at some point… soft… warm… wet…
hips stiff…she clamped my face in….rubbed her big, thick pussy…she squeezed
I’m like a dead man drowning in the river…flying up to the sky…when my nose and mouth can’t breathe…
in a moment…head back…a bit of earth and sky air…gasping…
alive
Now I know why men only laugh when she scolds.
…..your whole family, your whole clan come here and lick my pussy…..
Somewhere in my ear I still hear the sound of Mrs. Binh’s breathing… her cursing…
oh the life of a man
is suffering