Since her husband was incapacitated due to an accident, Yang Yulan relied entirely on self-massage to vent her physical needs. She is a woman, and a very normal woman. Not only that, she is also very sensitive to this kind of thing.

The feeling was very strong. Of course, in order to prevent her husband from knowing that she was doing such self-comforting things out of necessity, she felt that riding a bicycle was the happiest time of the day.

Because every bump on the tip of the bicycle seat would make her cutest little pearl feel very strong friction. Every bump would be like an electric shock, causing her lower body to be covered with wetness. Although it would be a little uncomfortable, this

This happy feeling made her feel that it was worth it.

Others think of her and think she is easy to talk to, so she is usually on duty in the village committee, but she also has her own little secret. Nanping Village is very poor, and usually no one comes here, and the weather is very cold.

Damn it, only a ghost would come to the village committee. Therefore, she has a relatively independent private space, and she can do whatever she wants. No one will hear her even if she screams loudly.

Usually when she was at home, she would comfort herself while taking a shower, but she would try her best to lower her shameful voice to avoid letting her husband hear it. But if she didn't make this voice, she felt as if she was being tortured.

If something is blocked, it is impossible to get the maximum catharsis.

But in the village committee, she could vent loudly and unscrupulously...

Today, Yang Yulan's heart couldn't calm down again, as if a little wild cat was scratching her heart. She couldn't calm down in her heart, and her body gradually became warm.

Because Yang Yulan considered image issues, she usually wore more professional suits, and today was no exception. The silver-gray short skirt tightly wrapped her buttocks, but from time to time, a gust of natural wind came in from the aisle.

The wind would also flow into her skirt to cool her down, but Yang Yulan felt that the more the wind blew, the hotter she became. Finally, she couldn't help but touch it with her hands.

"Yang Yulan, you...you are such a shameless woman, you are actually wet." When she probed with her hand so gently, Yang Yulan felt a big slippery sensation, and she wanted to open her beautiful little pussy with her hand.

Butterfly, but because he was too shy, he didn't touch it, but his hand still touched it gently.

The two buttons under the collar of the white shirt have been undone, and the plump balls are bulging, looking extremely attractive, especially when there is a ditch in the white flowers, which is even more attractive.

I feel itchy...

"No, Yang Yulan, you can't do this anymore. It's wrong for you to do this. How can you be worthy of yourself and your husband?" Yang Yulan had tears in her eyes, but she held her hand tightly without mercy.

The plump balls were pinched and changed their shape, as if she was punishing herself. But the more she acted like this, the happy feeling in her chest slowly spread to her whole body, causing her to finally lose the last line of defense in her mind.

Lost!

"Qiangzi, come on, be good to Auntie, you little bitch. I just want your big baby, so use all your strength..."

Li Qiang was humming a little tune. As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village committee, he heard a burst of painful and plaintive shouts, "Who is this? Are you crying? It's really sad." Suddenly Li Qiang "hissed".

He made a sound, blinked his mouth, and said: "But this isn't right? Why do you have to shout so hard when you cry? Isn't this a shameful panic? And you also call him a strongman? Could it be that Aunt Yulan was bullied by two idiots?

?”

When he thought of this, Li Qiang quickened his pace without saying a word, rushed into the village committee in two or three steps, and shouted, "You uncle's son of a bitch, who dares to bully my Aunt Yulan? Look at me.

I won’t kill you today...uh...auntie?"

Li Qiang roared angrily, but he was stunned before he finished his words. He saw Yang Yulan lying on the straw mat with disheveled clothes, one hand attached to it, and the other hand touching inside the skirt.

His face was rosy, and he seemed to have some unresolved emotions.

Here, Aunt Yulan is here to comfort herself?

This idea flashed in Li Qiang's mind. I'm a good boy. I didn't expect that the usually dignified Aunt Yulan could be so crazy. And it was still in the corridor of the village committee in broad daylight. This was too bold.

?But did she just call herself again?

Could it be that Aunt Yulan was thinking of me when she did that? Li Qiang suddenly felt happy.

Li Qiang was happy, but Yang Yulan was embarrassed. She already wanted to die. She never thought that she would be caught by Li Qiang when she did this, and she even picked at her side and shouted

With Li Qiang’s name, how can anyone live like this?

Thinking of this, Yang Yulan couldn't help but buried her head in her knees, covered her face with her hands, and cried.

"Auntie, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying when you're fine?" When he saw Yang Yulan crying, Li Qiang suddenly became anxious.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, how can you let me live like this? I'm shameless, I'm a bitch..." Yang Yulan cried and blamed herself, very sad. But she didn't know that when her legs arched

, the opening of the skirt was exactly in Li Qiang’s sight, the black panties and the darkness among the white flowers, teasing Li Qiang made his mouth dry for a while. But when he heard Yang Yulan crying, Li Qiang swallowed quickly and said

: "Auntie, what's so shameless about this? Isn't it just self-comfort? I'm in physiology class. This is normal behavior. It wouldn't be normal if it wasn't."

"Really, really?" Yang Yulan didn't seem to look down on her when hearing Li Qiang's tone. She raised her head and glanced at Li Qiang with tearful eyes, and asked timidly with some uncertainty: "You are not a liar, auntie"

Right?"

"How can you not?" Li Qiang said carelessly, "Auntie, let me tell you, I don't know how many times I have done this. What's there to be ashamed of? Isn't that what you do?

Did you call me by my name? It’s nothing special.”

Hearing what Li Qiang said, Yang Yulan's face immediately turned ugly again, and she was about to cry again. Alas, it seems that Qiangzi still looks down on herself!

But soon she heard Li Qiang say: "I usually think of you when I do this, and I call you by your name, so we are even." After a pause, Li Qiang smiled evilly and said: "But

I saw you, auntie, how about I give you a look?"

A note to readers:
Chapter completed!