@KevinLong
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Datos Personales
Nombre: Long
Apellidos: Kevin
Información biográfica
I returned to Beijing by plane the next day. Despite the completion of business, the trip to London was almost fruitless for me, so I was in a bad mood. As soon as I got off the plane and walked out of the hatch, I saw Shuhua waiting for me with his son. I was very surprised-in all those years, she had never met me at the airport or the station. Seeing me, she greeted me with a smile and took the luggage from my hand. What are you doing here? I asked her. I called your department. They said you'd be here today. It happened that my son had a rest at school today, so I brought him to pick you up. Are you hungry? I've prepared dinner at home. Let's go back. With that, she took my arm and pulled me into a taxi. I didn't know what to say all the way. I sat in the driver's seat and kept smoking. My son and Shuhua were sitting in the back row. Shuhua said reproachfully, "Smoke a little less. You are so old." After listening to her words, I put out my cigarette like a conditioned reflex. After many years of marriage, we talked very little. So I always do what she says. Our son kept staring out of the window. To him, we're just two people who happen to be his parents. What happened or is about to happen between us has nothing to do with him. When I got home, I saw that the table had been set with bowls and chopsticks. Shuhua was busy in the kitchen for a while, and soon there was a sumptuous dinner on the table. I don't know what to say, but I feel very warm. I've hardly ever felt that way before. During dinner,side impact door beams, my son kept talking about what he thought was funny at school, and Shuhua and I laughed and listened. We ate that dinner for a long time. Shuhua seemed to be in high spirits that day, and she drank a few glasses of red wine. She doesn't usually drink, so after three glasses of wine, she has a charming blush on her face. After dinner, I played with my son for a while,beam impact tubes, and he went back to his room to sleep. There was only me and Shuhua left in the room. Are you sleepy? Let's go to sleep. I say. Shuhua did not speak, but put his head gently on my shoulder and rubbed my chest gently with his hand. Suddenly my desire was aroused. I don't know why: Shuhua is not a woman who is very good at bed skills, but every time she comes near me, I feel an irrepressible excitement. She's my wife, but every time I have sex with her, it's new to me. Her hands kept stroking my body, gradually from the chest to the lower abdomen, and then to the sensitive part between the legs. I could still feel the warmth of her velvety palms through her clothes. I was finally completely turned on. I picked her up, laid her flat on the bed and started kissing her body. Her forehead, her lips, her white neck, aluminium coated tubes ,side impact door beams, her full breasts. She held my head in her hands and moaned indistinctly. I liked to hear her moan, so I continued to kiss her lower abdomen, and I could even feel her sensitive parts begin to wet. Her legs trembled restlessly. I was eager to have sex with her, so I quickly took off her clothes. But when her naked body appeared in front of me, I suddenly had an illusion that Shuhua in front of me had become another woman, whose body was not as plump as Shuhua's, but full of youthful breath. Her body was writhing and shaking, but there were tears on her face. She's the other woman in my life. She is the girl who once made me have the greatest happiness in the world. Suddenly my mind went blank. I don't know if I should go on. At this time, Shuhua's voice awakened me: "Husband, I want …" So I entered her body without thinking. I gasped on top of her, enjoying the pleasure of her body. But the young body and tearful face of the girl in the illusion lingered in my mind. I don't know if it was the hallucinations or the alcohol, but the sex was very long. Finally, Shuhua and I reached the climax at the same time, and we were both exhausted. I rolled down from Shuhua feebly, and without underwear, I leaned against the head of the bed and lit a cigarette. In the darkness, I saw my genitals lying there suddenly, very lonely. Shuhua didn't sleep either. She leaned on my body, hugged my waist with her hands, and breathed evenly. Then I suddenly remembered the words she had said to me before I went to England, "You must divorce her!" This sentence overlaps with the illusion in my mind just now. It was a great irony to me that the first time I made love to her, I thought she was Shuhua, and now that I could *** to the real Shuhua, I could think of her again. I know. Maybe it's time to tell the truth. So I sat up and said, "There's something I have to tell you." "You don't have to say anything. Whatever you've done before, I don't blame you." Shu Hua said. But this thing. I didn't do well before, and I am responsible. Let's live a good life in the future, shall we? She interrupted me. Then she turned off the light and said, "Go to bed. I have to go to work tomorrow." Then she lay down and went to sleep. I was in a daze in the dark for a long time, and I was puzzled by her. I pondered over what she had just said. It seems that she has guessed. That's the only explanation. Things are getting more complicated. England is a country with almost no seasons. It rains here almost all the year round. The rain is not heavy, but it is very touching, which is why I think it is romantic. I like to sit in the yard with an umbrella when it rains and watch the people coming and going on the country road. Men in Britain are far from being "gentlemen" in imagination, because I can often see young men and women kissing in the drizzle. The tall, handsome boy, with a shallow beard, kissed the girl's lips like fire,side impact beams, and his hands moved on her back and buttocks, ignoring the bystanders like me. Deep down I envied them: I had never had a love that could be called "romantic," and I didn't even know if what I had was love. cbiesautomotive.com
