Sister Lover

"Oh ...", heard the words, the girl put two slim arms up.

I pulled it hard to pull the clothes slowly. As her clothes are gradually taken off, the girl's big snow-white skin is also exposed. Then, as the supper was pulled in her chest, the two bouncing white tender rabbits came out, even if there is still a bra tuning, still remarkable elasticity.

At the same time, I clearly saw that the gully of the two men's tender fleshes squeezed, it is not shallow. . .

Although I know that my sister's head is still covered, I can't see it, but I still removed my sight and dropped the next sentence: "The rest of myself", the breath is somewhat thick side. .

The girls he made clothes and finally took it off. After taking off your clothes, she greatly relieves the tone, and I have to sit on the sofa, obviously I want to rest.

I frowned, reminded: "Put your clothes first"

"It's hot, I will wear it again."

"No, be careful.", Said, I took it on the sister of my sister around him. The small vest handed her.

At this time, I noticed that because I took off my clothes, the soft long hair of the shares was somewhat scattered, and there were many long-haired silk soid soft stickers on their owners. Slimned snow white skin sticks some sub-smooth black long hair, white and black and black, and it is intensely contracted, and the girl has a little bit of breath, I added a few days. Sexy seductive taste. . .

I feel that there is something to burn up. I hurriedly throwing my clothes to my sister, taking it: "hurry up"

"Oh..."

Girls don't want to pick up clothes, but they are still old. This makes me relieve tones.

Seeing her put the clothes, after the long hair, I said: "Hurry and pack things, let go."

"Know it", see me remind her, but the gimmick is dissatisfied, but I still swallow the clothes and the bed in the box, put it back in the box.

Then we have turned over in the box. After you have found something special, it is quite lost, just like the childhood memories, put the box.

I moved the box back to the storage room. When I returned to the living room, I saw that my sister was still immersed in memories, and it was still in the same way.

"Brother", Shantou Road: "You said our old house, is it still there?"

"Don't know", I shook my head. That old house, in memory, far from the home home, so I have never been there after you come over.

Even, I have forgotten, the child, where is the specific location. . .

"I really want to go back and have a look", there are some embarrassments in the girl's sand. "I can remember what ..."

I said: "Maybe it is already demolished now."

"It's still still", what you think of, suddenly excited: "Right, I can ask my mother."

If you think of it, you will finish it, your sister is on the phone from the sofa, and then dialed my mother's phone.

After a few times, I told my girl with the specific address of the previous home, and then I went to answer the phone, and then I repeatedly ignored me. If my sister is going there, I have to follow her. . .

"Brother, let's go.", Wait for me to hang up, Shantou on one side.

"Where?"

Girl gave me a picture of her mobile phone screen and recorded a detailed address.

I have some heads: "Why is it sudden to go?"

"Hey", the sister's little face is full, she patted my shoulder: "Brother, I have heard my mother, but my mother will let you follow me."

Sure enough, I was heard by this gimmick. . .

"Now?", I am not willing.

"Of course,", finish, I don't wait for me, the girl put on the slippers, running over her room, and said: "I will change the pants

At this point, it is obvious that I am sighing. It seems that this gimmick knows that he is in the end of this hanket, and the dress is not in a calendar, this consciously changed.

"Clothes also have to change", I reminded.

To put it up, there are too many parts of this sling of the gimmick. I think that the skin of her nude leased is to be seen by others. I can't help but feel tofu, so I reminded.

"Know it", speak, girl disappeared on the aisle.

After a while, the gimmick changed his clothes. At this time, she wore a pure white chest with a simple printing T-shirt. The lower body is a brown seven pants, and the second half of the white born under the pants tube is exposed to the outside.

The dress of my sister is okay, so I nodded, and I got the shoes with her.

I got out of the community, I said: "That place is a bit far, remember to follow me."

"Well,", honest, girl speaking my hand, seeing her migraine, suddenly smiling: "This is not afraid of being lost."

fair enough. . .

"Well ...", I nodded, holding the soft little hand of the girl.

Then, we were sitting on the bus, taking the subway, and turned a few cars. After a while, I finally came to the street on the address.

No. 78 in Changhuai Road. . .

My sister looked at the metal nameplate on a building on the street: "This is the 36th"

"Brother, this side.", Identify the order of the number, the girl pulled up to go to front.

"This is the 37th", keep moving forward, girls looking at the metal number of the girl in the construction: "This is the 38th"

"Thirty-nine ... forty ... forty-six ... fifty-five ..."

While counting, we are getting closer to where the memory is.

At this time, it was like a street view that had met my memory. After that, how many times, the little self, he pulled the same little sister and walked home. . .

At this time, I don't have to look at the street card. I know that the child is in front of that my home is in that corner.

I can't help but speed up.

"Seventy-seven ... here!", The girl was excited, and quickly turned around with me.

"Seventy-eight!"

In the eye, it is a modern high-end office building that shrowing into the cloud, which is a wall of blue-backed glass that flashes neatly light in the sun. . .

On the corner of the building, the staple metal number above the top, marked with bright silver numbers, seventy-eight two numbers. . .

I will go back from God for a while. It turns out that it is not there. . .

"No ...", the girls around the voice were lost.

"Yeah ...", I gree little points, I can't help but hold the little hand of the girl.

Childhood, childhood, not there. Sure enough, you can't find it anymore, you can't go back. . .