The Years I Returned Village

"It might be a mouse, but it's been causing a ruckus recently."

Zhang Xueman quickly explained.

"Then you should pay more attention. I thought there was someone hiding there."

When Miao Cui Hua laughed, the flesh on her two big white legs swayed. They were tender and tender, not like ordinary farmers.

"Sis, did you do something just now?"

Looking at the place where Miao Cui Hua was, Zhang Xueman covered her mouth and laughed.

"You can even see that?"

"What the hell is that thing still hanging on top of it? I was wondering why you didn't even wear your underwear. Who are you talking to today?"

Miao Cui Hua raised her head to look at Qin Lie and frowned.

"That's true, luckily you reminded me. Otherwise, it wouldn't be good for my old man to find out about it."

Looking at Miao Cui Hua's nonchalant attitude and the traces of the battle that had taken place at that place, Zhang Xueman became absent-minded for a while.

They were both women, so why was it that Miao Cuihua could live so elegantly, letting any man sleep, while she herself could only stay alone in the empty room?

When he turned around, he coincidentally saw Zhang Yun's gaze that was on the verge of spitting fire.

That brat must have been holding it in for quite a while, but he didn't want to be at a disadvantage even when he saw the white body of the village chief's wife.

"Aiyo, why are you touching that place …" "You made me lose my temper."

Miao Cui Hua giggled and continued to talk about the length and thickness of the men in the village to Zhang Man Xue.

Zhang Yun was dumbfounded by the amount of information he had gathered.

It seemed like Miao Cuihua's green hat for the Village Head wasn't just one or two. It was a huge pile.

At this moment, Zhang Manxue's hand had already moved from Miao Cui Hua's lower abdomen to her chest.

Due to the essential oil on her body, the woman's body was covered with a layer of oil. The white flesh that swayed in the air was constantly being squeezed into various shapes in Zhang Xueman's hand.

The color at the top was dark red. After all, it was a person who had given birth to a child. Judging by the size, it was at least twice as big as Zhang Xueman's.

Zhang Yun's eyes widened as he imagined himself turning into his aunt's hands, constantly feeling the softness and elasticity of the wife of the village chief. He imagined himself playing the role of the village chief, climbing onto the huge brick bed to separate Miao Cuihua's legs, and then thrusting his long spear into the bed.

Let this woman obediently beg for mercy in the midst of her obscenities.

"Why haven't I seen that brat Zhang Yun today?"

Suddenly, Miao Cui Hua mentioned him, and Zhang Yun's imagination was immediately shattered.

"I don't know. He might have gone to the fields to watch the melon."

"I say, one of you two have an aunt and the other a nephew. You're not too far apart in age, and they're usually separated by a wall. Do you have any thoughts in your mind?"

Zhang Manxue immediately stopped moving.

"Sis, what are you talking about? We're relatives, how could I have any thoughts about Zhang Yun?"

"Who would believe it? With such a close distance and you not having a man all year round, I don't believe you really have no need for that."

As she spoke, Miao Cui Hua stretched out her hand and fished out a handful of Zhang Man Xue's crotch.

"You still dare to say that you don't have any ideas? That place of yours is already wet."

"Sis, are you annoying? Zhang Yun is still a child. "

"What child is this? He's already an adult. Did you notice, that brat's things are really big. He has to be so long."