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Adjective
Nice story bro, enjoyed reading it, thanks
Thank you for your support
Bro Adjective
! Will try to update soon.
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Originally Posted by
otamay
Camping here for more updates please.
Thanks
Bro otamay
! I will surely update soon!
But looks like my side project, "
My Teenage Daughter and her Boyfriend
" is gaining popularity also.
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Please do not abandon this thread and continue your updates.
I am still checking back on this thread,
Bro diputs1269
- Don’t worry!
Actually, as mentioned before, there are a few loose ends I need to tie up before this thread officially ends.
I started "
My Teenage Daughter and her Boyfriend
" because I kept tearing up drafts for this thread as I felt I didn’t do service to you (the readers) cos I am writing based on what I (already) know (today) and not from my viewpoint back then. It ‘kills’ the suspense and feels a bit too ‘abrupt’ so hope you guys can be a bit more patient.
Thank you once again for your patience and much appreciated support!
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ravrav
Wow, cant believe i read the whole 50++ pages… It really reminds me of the maid my relative used to have. Found something weird whenever she will bend down to purposely reveal something in front of me (downblouse and upskirt). Things get more intense when i always smile at her az a kind gesture whenever we met in the relative house. Soon she gets more closer with sometimes boobs rub me thinking that she is doing something and “accidentally” brush or press her boobs on me. Than one day i decided to try my luck while she do the “accidental” pressed her boobs on my elbow and i force my elbow back into her boobs. She retaliated by pushing it deeper and double boobs rub and bang my elbow (All these while, no other was watching). Did nothing on that day. But it happens from that day onwards.
Thank you TS for bringing back my memory.
Glad to be of service,
Bro ravrav
!
You mentioned:
“Did nothing on that day. But it happens from that day onwards”
Hope you can also share your adventures with us also, soon.
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alec
Wow, cant believe i read the whole 50++ pages… It really reminds me of the maid my relative used to have. Found something weird whenever she will bend down to purposely reveal something in front of me (downblouse and upskirt). Things get more intense when i always smile at her az a kind gesture whenever we met in the relative house. Soon she gets more closer with sometimes boobs rub me thinking that she is doing something and “accidentally” brush or press her boobs on me. Than one day i decided to try my luck while she do the “accidental” pressed her boobs on my elbow and i force my elbow back into her boobs. She retaliated by pushing it deeper and double boobs rub and bang my elbow (All these while, no other was watching). Did nothing on that day. But it happens from that day onwards.
Thank you TS for bringing back my memory.
Got story thread to share??
Yes,
Bro alec
, I am also eager to hear Bro rav rav’s story!
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Originally Posted by
zl1983
Great updates TS
Sorry have not been updating this thread,
Bro zl1983
, I hope to be back soon
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Originally Posted by
hawkeye007
So long never update, Wanda go back to Indonesia already ah..? 😂
Sorry for the late of updates,
Bro hawkeye007
. I will try to give you all closure to the Wanda saga.
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Originally Posted by
sexcision
Sigh….. TS got new story dunwan old story liao
Sorry
Bro sexcision
. It’s not that I don’t want old story liao; "
My Teenage Daughter and her Boyfriend
" was supposed to be a diversion because I met with a writer’s block for this thread. Turns out I completed that one but left this one hanging. I promise I will come back soon.
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wark69
Interesting story, support!
Thanks for your compliments
Bro wark69
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SerflySGR
“Ya ya ya. Whatever.”
my wife just rolled her eyes.
“Both you father and son are full of rubbish, you know that?”
We all broke out into laughter and had a good laugh.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Wanda giggling too. It made me feel a bit at ease that she was not
that
upset. I mean: if she could laugh at a joke, how ‘angry’ could she be?
Am I right?
I made a mental note to ‘interview’ my son on their overseas trip. Something in the matter in which he commented got me wondering.
All throughout the meal, I paid attention to the other three people at the table but there didn’t seem anything amiss. Was I being overly sensitive? Everything felt so surreal; wasn’t it just recently that Wanda and I had the whole flat to ourselves? Didn’t we make love all over the flat? Now look at us, all acting ‘civil’ at the dinner table. I threw a glance at Wanda but she sat there, eating quietly. Silence had returned to the flat.
I suppose - under all the happy laughter - none of us could forget
that day
when things got suspicious/awkward.
Yet, after that day, nobody wanted to talk about what happened nor address the elephant in the room. Was I the only one who had not forgotten
that day
? Or were the rest of my family just pretending that nothing happened?
I sat there slowly chewing, thinking of what to say to break the unbearable, awkward silence.
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xrage
Yes do come back soon TS. looking forward to.
Giving this another go
Bro xrage
; so much to recall and write down. Very worried I jumble up the order of things/events
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diputs1269
Thanks for the update.
Sometime silence is not golden but eerie and frightening because you cannot predict what is going to happen.
Yes
Bro diputs1269
, you are absolutely correct!
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SerflySGR
I suppose - under all the happy laughter - none of us could forget
that day
when things got suspicious/awkward.
Yet, after that day, nobody wanted to talk about what happened nor address the elephant in the room. Was I the only one who had not forgotten
that day
? Or were the rest of my family just pretending that nothing happened?
I sat there slowly chewing, thinking of what to say to break the unbearable, awkward silence.
To be perfectly honest, I was still struggling to make sense of everything that happened after the overseas trip. Everything seem to have come crashing down, all of a sudden; like a tidal wave hitting the shores of a beach.
First, the sisters tree unexpectedly invited my wife and son to join them for an overseas holiday. Then that holiday was ‘suddenly’ cut short. It was so unexpected that I was almost caught with my pants down. I wonder if I was really ‘out of the woods’ because of Nadia’s parting shot; she had told me "
to stop acting now
" before she left. What did she mean? Did she know something?
Then the sleeping arrangements were changed;
Wanda now sleeps in the Study Room
with my wife while my son has taken over Wanda’s room.
Initially, Wanda still warmed up to me,
rubbing her privates and all, hinting that her cunt was hungry for my dick
. Then
Wanda started giving me the cold shoulder
. It was weird that I noticed my wife and Wanda’s behaviour being polar opposites; the more my wife seemed closer to me, the more distant Wanda acted towards me.
All I know is: being ‘dry’ for so many years and having being exposed to such great sex recently and now to be ‘suddenly’ deprived, I desperately needed to release; I didn’t care which hole I deposited to, I just needed relief.
Just then the telephone rang.
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alec
Nooo… Plsss not to someone’s else then divert far…
Noted your feedback
Bro alec
!
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Nice updates here, curious who is calling?
You will know in this next installment
Bro diputs1269
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gamewinner
Great story. Please continue, TS
Thank you for the compliments,
Bro gamewinner
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Originally Posted by
weagree
Really like this story very much… it’s very nice… share more soon please ts…
Thanks
Bro weagree
. Will try to update soon
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TheMoodyOne
Support very good thread
Thank you for your support
Bro TheMoodyOne
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otamay
Camping here for more updates.
Keep the campfire burning
Bro otamay
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zl1983
Naise update TS
Thanks
Bro zl1983
. Side-story, I went to
your thread
and saw that chick. Nose bleed. Loss of blood. Cannot write. How? Heh heh!
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matey1982
more updates please!
Yes
Bro matey1982
! Will try to update by tonight
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naiyong
Pls continue ur story bro !
Ok
Bro naiyong
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redhood
Only bad thing about this post is I found out about it too early, spent two days catching up from the first page. And now I have to wait like everyone else. Ha!
Oops! Sorry about that
Bro redhood
. I didn’t realize thinking and writing was so different. I know the feeling. Will try to update, ya?
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Lawabies
Very nice story and waiting here next
Thanks for waiting
Bro Lawabies
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greencane
Nice story bro, please continue..
Thank you for your patience
Bro greencane
. Will try to put in a post by tonight
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SerflySGR
Initially, Wanda still warmed up to me,
rubbing her privates and all, hinting that her cunt was hungry for my dick
. Then
Wanda started giving me the cold shoulder
. It was weird that I noticed my wife and Wanda’s behaviour being polar opposites; the more my wife seemed closer to me, the more distant Wanda acted towards me.
All I know is: being ‘dry’ for so many years and having being exposed to such great sex recently and now to be ‘suddenly’ deprived, I desperately needed to release; I didn’t care which hole I deposited to, I just needed relief.
Just then the telephone rang.
My wife went to pick up the phone and adjourned to one corner; she wanted some privacy - ‘Girls’ talk’ as she calls it. Wanda proceeded to clear the table. Seeing my chance i proceeded to
‘interview’ my son on their recent overseas trip
.
Even though I was dealing with an eleven-year-old, I had to be careful with my choice of words, lest he let slip to my wife?
My son went on to describe the ferry ride from Singapore to Indonesia and then from the ferry terminal, they took a van to a resort.
“Which resort was it?”
I asked. He just shrugged. Hmm… What could I expect from an eleven-year-old anyway?
From what I gathered, it was more of a ‘free-and-easy’ trip for them. Basically they spent most of the time at the resort as they had access to food (buffet style) and there were so many activities - swimming, canoeing, archery - they really didn’t need to leave the resort for anything.
But as my son droned on, I got the impression that other than breakfast, the 5 of them were never together at the same place, at the same time. The sisters took turns to chaperone my son for his activities while the remaining sisters accompanied my wife.
“Why Ibu never follow you?”
I asked. It was very unlike my wife to ‘care off’ her only son to another person.
“Ibu says they are doing woman stuff, ask me don’t kay poh like you, ask so many questions.”
he giggled as he replied me.
“This is not called kay poh, Adek. This is called concern, understand?”
I really didn’t want my son to think any lesser of me.
“Oh ya!”
he blurted out,
“I think they must be having a lot of fun because every time Ibu comes back she surely very tired. Lucky I never follow them or I will be so tired also!”
I made a mental note to exchange notes with my wife; what activities could she have done to have made her so tired?
“What about your aunts? Weren’t they tired too?”
I asked.
“Not so. Maybe because they more fit? You know that Aunty Nadia works out at a gym at least 3 times a week?”
As soon as my son uttered those words, my mind started to wonder……
( Click to show/hide )
I can just imagine Nadia in her gym attire or better yet, in a string bikini, with only two pieces of small cloth covering her huge breasts.
How I wish I could just untie the bikini strings and let it fall off so that her large breasts can be free from captivity?
“Don’t so jealous la Aba!”
my son’s words brought me back to reality and I realized that I was actually drooling.
“Yes son, I am so envious of you. I left all alone here.”
I replied, trying to gain some sympathy votes.
“You are not alone, Aba! You got Wanda!”
he countered.
Now that he has brought up the topic of Wanda, maybe I could squeeze some ‘intel’ from him?