Page 9 - Our horror story

The Secret of Youth

One week ago, I met a woman named Astrid. She was a fifty-three-year-old widow who had no children and

of course a husband. She is one of the most beautiful women in the area where I live. As a five-headed man,

he was relatively young.

The signs of aging on his face and entire body, were almost invisible. In fact, she looked like a twenty-year-old

woman. And again, her beauty and beauty made many other women jealous. I want to know what the secret

is.

Beauty that can be said to have relented girls though. Many men stop by and try to get close, but all always

end up failing in a relationship. And this time, it was my turn to taste what it was like to be close to the

prettiest woman in my place of residence.

I left around 8 p.m., on a motorcycle, to Astrid's house, which was a short distance away. Once there, he

greeted me at the door of the house. I was somewhat surprised by his appearance which was so seductive of

faith and immunity.

A tight short T-shirt that makes its two twin mountains printed clearly. Round like two balls that are docked.

Combined with a tight short skirt well above the knee. As a normal man as well as single, his appearance

really makes me want to swallow my own jakunku.

Goosebumps because of passion. Not to mention his spoiled demeanor, the hand that hugged the waist was

so warm. The skin feels smooth like silk.

"Wait here, I take a shower first." Whisper it. Before walking to the left of the room.

Since I couldn't wait, I finally left the living room and walked him to the bathroom. I was shocked when I got

to the bathroom. Because the bathroom door is not a door like a door in general. Instead, only a frosted glass

door that makes the silhouette of people's bodies in the bathroom, clearly visible.

From there, the scenery is very exciting. Looking at the curves of a who was climbing into a large tub. He was

silently soaking his body in the tub.

"Come in, Bang."

Apparently he knows where I'm. Makes me a little nervous because of the shame of being caught peeking.

"Real?" I asked. As if in disbelief. With this crazy opportunity.

"Sure. Just come in." The answer is soft.

I, who didn't want to waste the golden opportunity, half-ran to push the glass door and entered. I looked at

him.

"What? !"