My Kenzo
Season Four: Already Worn Don't Forget to Marry Her

The rain fell down with no one passing by. The lighting is really minimal, only about 15 meters from where they are, there are dim lights illuminating a small path. While in front of the abandoned storefront there is no lighting whatsoever.

The handsome face of the young man stared at faintly, this time completely using his heart. Loving Ferrell and Ken, how can you? She was a bad woman, but her heart was still pounding fast.

His slightly lowered eyes looked at himself with wet hair. The young man's cold hands touched his cheeks, rubbing them with his fingers. Glory loosened her head, with an increasingly agitated heart.

"I love, my gentle boy," he whispered, closing his sharp eyes which seemed to me to be subject to his feelings of love, closing his lips.

Glory's eyes were closed, as they approached their lips. Beautiful, this really feels beautiful, as if not willing to end it, Ferrell did it slowly. A pair of lips that kiss each other several times, along with a pair of open mouths. Pecking, wrapped around his tongue then re-separated, over and over again.

Not willing to end this, it's hard to let go."Glory.." call Ferrell with a hunting breath right before his face.

The girl's breathing also looks irregular, not due to being out of breath due to a kiss. But his blood flow felt really fast, two people who already knew what their body wanted. However, all those feelings were stifled.

Just a pangutan lip, no more, exactly can not be more. The two mouths opened slightly, revealing their tongues greeting each other outside of his mouth. Each other twisting, back barging in. This warm is really warm.

Couples who are new to know how warm this feeling that makes him restless are out of control. However, this was really intoxicating, Ferrell's hand was on his waist. Slowly clutching his body, helping him to align the height of their body, fused lips difficult to explain.

This strange feeling, it really felt difficult. Glory's hands darted doubtfully, as if they had no footing. This is the zero distance between a man and a woman. Equally wet bodies, cold skin that was blocked by clothes.

She wanted this girl, but she couldn't. Apply her? Ferrell wanted to do it, imagining this girl would accompany his life once filled only with work.

Take her backstage, kiss her lips. Even if he could take her to the hospital, this girl really made him subjugate.

Getting greedy? That's what happened, wanting him to be hers. The legal age limit for marriage is 19, right? In a moment. This girl will contain her seeds.

"Glory.." whispered again, with a sigh sweeping across the neck of the girl in her arms.

Unexpectedly, Glory according from the start, only used her heart. Like thirst, Ferrell's lips were greedily re-drawn. This was for the last time, a gentle dominating greed.

Two people who are never satisfied. How do I stop this anxiety? It might unite their bodies perfectly without any obstructions. Screaming, raving, feeling worldly pleasures to exhaustion to create a small fetus.

However, it did not happen at all, slowly the two pairs of eyes were opened. Want more but can't.

The young man who did not want to ruin the centile girl, something precious in his life. While the young princess bowed, afraid of being abandoned if she gave herself and her heart. That's why Glory prefers Ken, something she can reach.

"What's comfortable?" tanyanya hugged Glory's body.

"This is the last time, you promised." she said with a painful heart to end it.

"What if a young man named Ken kisses you, you will also reply like that?" Ferrell again asked, reassuring his future nutritional intake stock.

"No idea!! Don't fuck Ken!!" Glory is suddenly upset, grumbling, thinking Ferrell is threatening to hurt or get Ken to change schools. The young man's body was pushed away by him walking amidst the rushing rainwater, towards the car park.

While Ferrell sighed harshly, holding his left chest, "I was defeated by the brat, even according to being the man he wanted to be. I've gone mad" he muttered laughing to himself, smiling indistinctly. For the first time I felt the beauty of falling in love. Genius youth who passed through childhood to adulthood, without having a friend or experiencing the beautiful feeling of loving a woman.

***

Cars started to go, through the urban streets. There was not much talk between them until the car entered the gate of a large house.

"A..I want to go home!! Where are you taking me!?" caught, frightened.

"Home?" Glory was stunned for a moment.

Is he going to give me liquor, mixed with medicine? Then took my virginity, when I sued for having insulted me she dodged it. Made me a single parent at a young age.

"I want to go home!!" shouts Glory suddenly.

"Don't be afraid, I won't do as your dirty brain thinks .." he said with an anxious smile.

To believe? Not completely, his hands were trembling in fear. Get off the car observing the spacious 3-story house, a beautiful looking yard with a few swings in the side yard. The large gazebo can accommodate many people.

The more it goes in, Glory the more down, a house like this may only ever be seen in films with a high budget.

Hanging big crystal lamp, high value display urn. Some servants who even wore uniforms were like hotel employees.

This is what makes him like Ken better...

Imagining a soap opera life where in-laws would look down on him, not let go of college, treat him like a maid. Ending up with Ferrell divorcing him because he was tired of being considered unattractive again.

That's why life in a simple place with Ken is what he wants. College while working with her, ended up being a lawyer, independent woman had a good husband and son in a simple house.

A middle-aged man suddenly walked up to them, staring at the two half-dry people from top to bottom."She who?" questions that came out of Damian's mouth.

"The name is Glory." said Ferrell smiling.

"Your boyfriend? You got a girlfriend?" ask Damian enthusiastically.

Ferrell walked up to his grandfather slightly whispering in a small voice, "He's the SMU's son I'm going to hamili. Make her scream between pain and pleasure, break into her net, make her contain granddad's great-grandfather..."

Damian's face immediately turned deathly pale, not knowing what to say, how to explain to the child and daughter-in-law.

Staring at the girl who looked innocent, looking down awkwardly, "Night, cake,"

The girl Ferrell pulled up the second floor steps of the house. A really poor teenager in Damian's eyes.

"Had worn it, don't forget to marry her," he muttered a rude sigh, puzzled over how to deal with Ferrell. Not wanting her granddaughter to be angry then leaving her, living in a separate house.

***

Glory was still frightened to this day, a very large room according to him. A king size bed. Will he be ensnared in this bed to give up his crown? Nah! No, he must go home. Clutching his phonecell tightly, would threaten to contact the police.

Given that he would have bent his knees if Ferrell had already started the link of his lips."Ferrell I want to go home!! If you don't let me go home, I'll call..."

Ferrell who had just entered after leaving Glory a few minutes sighed with a smile, "Civil disobedience phone, to register a marriage? You are still too small." he joked, thrusting the dry clothes he had taken from Febria's room.

"Bandah! Clean yourself! Dress up pretty! It's almost midnight, we're going to celebrate your friend's sister's birthday in the hospital.." he continued.

Seriate