You Are My Sunshine
The Part 222

This afternoon Dara came home early from college. His friends held outdoor activities while he was asked to go home by his lecturer on the grounds that pregnant women are not allowed to follow activities that are feared to make tired. Of course the lecturer did so on direct orders from the rector, although outdoor activities this time are still in the light stage, he said, but according to the message from the university Wira did not want to be rash and still restrict Dara from getting involved in it.

The day had gone by, Dara was observing her reflection in front of the mirror of the sink. Her body grew fuller, making her cheeks somewhat chubby and even more adorable. However, then he clucked in annoyance when he found the appearance of some pimples on his forehead. Her usually smooth face is now overgrown with acne some of the effects of her pregnancy hormones.

It has been three weeks since his return from his vacation, and it has been three weeks that Dara did not feel the touch of Wira, even during the holidays at the top they did not make love at all. Usually they mix love evaporate love smoldering almost every night before she conceived, then the intensity changed to about three times a week after she was declared pregnant.

Dara took off all the clothes attached to her body, stood just below the shower and pressed the tap to escape the water from the rippling cracks above her head. When a warm sweep of water hit the surface of his skin somehow suddenly his body felt rustling and excited. The young woman missed the touch of her man, had almost a month Wira not peppered and put him on the bed, making her now dream unbearable.

Lately they just hug in bed until finally asleep. Not infrequently Dara fell asleep first while waiting for the Wira to wash herself. The more here her husband was to take a longer bath and when the time went up to the bed Wira just kissed Dara's forehead, hugged her and then closed her eyes without doing activities.

After taking a shower Dara pecked herself in front of the changing room mirror. Her passion soared, plus her pregnancy hormones made her crave the rain of love, wanting to immediately smear herself in the beauty and delights of the paradise of the world that she did not feel lately.

Dara did not know that her husband was also tormented. Wira harbors his passion as hard as he can when he is close to the woman he loves. For the sake of the baby and the adoration of his heart, he pushed back his passion by force and placed the safety of his two precious people as a priority.

"Is it because I'm fat and my face is so full of pimples that Mas Wira is not interested in me anymore?" he lamented in front of the mirror. The look on his face turned sad and gloomy as he looked at his own body.

"It must be true because now I look like a sack of rice. Lest Mas Wira look for another more beautiful and attractive woman out there," he murmured himself full of anxiety because Dara did not know the reason why Wira did not marry him, he said, made the young woman guess and bad thoughts began to contaminate her brain.

His eyes glanced at the clock on the wall, already at seventy-thirty nights meant that soon the Hero would be coming home. The handsome doctor came home more often at night on the grounds that his thesis on the vaccine he was researching required dedication and time-consuming, although the attention and affection that the Hero poured for him never diminished in the slightest.

She wears transparent white lingerie under the knees with a pretty lace accent on the shoulders. Put your favorite perfume on some parts of his body, tidying up his hair that is beautiful and polishing his face as beautiful as possible.

I heard the door opening from outside. Dara stepped out of the dressing room cheerfully and welcomed the arrival of Wira.

"Welcome, Papa...."

Dara squandered hugging the tall strapping body and leaned herself spoiled. "I miss," her sigh sensually teased.

Undeniably Wira gasped to see the appearance of Dara who was so ripe tonight, making her want to taste every inch of the body and fondle her full of love, quenching her thirst that increasingly torturous.

Wira returned Dara's embrace and tried to clear her mind which began to be filled with passion. Although Raisa said she was still allowed to make love, but Wira preferred to harbour her passion rather than end up in a pit of regret.

Dara looked up with her lips slightly open, seducing inviting the beetle to sip its sweet juice. Wira's instincts led her to further lower her face and clench her seductive lips, but then her reasoning came back to master it and finally landed her kiss on Dara's forehead.

"I also miss," said the gentle Hero. "I want to take a shower, if you sleepy go to bed first, baby."

The hero releases Dara's embrace and immediately moves to the bathroom, if he continues to rub against the skin he does not guarantee he can hold back.