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053 The Heart of Strange Sorghum

Warm water was poured from the shower head, dispersing the fragrant bluegrass foam, revealing the boy's white and delicate skin like a baby, and his soft and curly black hair perfectly combined with his extremely beautiful facial features full of water droplets.

Stared intently by the young man's clean, clear, trusting dark purple eyes, a crack finally appeared on Mo Shao's calm and calm mask.

Maybe it's because the poet talked too much rambunctious jokes, subtly influenced him, maybe it's because the young man's appearance at this time is so attractive?

There was such a momentary shortness of breath, followed by deep self-blame and guilt, a strange sorghum whose core was already in the middle of three, actually had a kind of "like" and "heartbeat" towards a child who was only four years old. Feel, how perverted is he?What a zombie!

"Wow——" the boy suddenly stood up from the bathtub, faced Mo Shao who was immersed in infinite entanglements naked, and smiled innocently: "It's finished washing."

"En." Mo Shao replied in a muffled voice, taking the shower head to wash off the few remaining spots of foam on the boy's body, "Stand don't move around, wait for me to get the bath towel."

Because of the difference in height and standing position, Mo Shao found a very embarrassing problem after the boy stood up. When he lowered his head, he accidentally touched the position of Mo Fan's lower abdomen, and the organ that had never been used quietly Staying in the soft fur, the color is pink, delicate and lovely...

Guai Shushu shook his head unexpectedly, and when he looked back, he was very helpless to find that the young man was following his line of sight, staring at his little Fanfan, with a slightly curious tone: "Mo Shao, it's a bit uncomfortable here. "

Mo Shao: "..."

"The place where I urinate seems to have hardened, is there something wrong?" the boy asked very purely.

Mo Shaojiu, can he take out the "Parenting Handbook" and check it out. Faced with this kind of problem, how should parents answer it?

Facing the confused gaze of the young man, Mo Shao took a deep breath, pretending to be calm and said: "Well, it means that you have grown up, and this is a normal physiological reaction." However, is this really normal?How could such a young child get an erection?

"It's getting harder..." The young man touched his little Jiji with his uninjured left hand. Well, it doesn't seem too small. Compared with fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys of the same age, this figure seems a bit out of shape Queen size?

Mo Shao frowned in confusion, a suspicious red flashed across his face, as a father who witnessed his son innocently masturbating to himself, it was so harsh...

At this time, as a father, shouldn't you help your son?

Before this, Mo Shao had absolutely no experience in taking care of children. Facing the young man's distorted and sweet voice, he had the urge to run away. In fact, he did.

Turn around, da, da, da——

When he was about to rush out the door, Mo Fan called his name pitifully behind him: "Mo Shao, what should I do? Is this place broken? I can't pee..."

Mo Shao turned his head and looked at the boy's face about to cry. A strong condemnation and guilt welled up in his heart. He grabbed the bath towel and walked back, trying to make his voice as calm as possible: "Can you change back? "

"I'll try." The young man looked at him with red eyes, and after a while, he shook his head in embarrassment, "I can't concentrate."

"You come down first. Wipe off the water on your body, and be careful not to catch a cold."

"Mo Shao, help me..."

"Well, let's go out first." Mo Shao put on a stern face, trying to be calm, and his heart was like thousands of grass and mud horses galloping past.

This was a difficult problem that he had never considered before. After all, little Mo Fan was only four years old at that time, and he was a child both physically and mentally.Faced with an innocent and well-behaved child, it is always easy for people to let go of their guard and treat him well with all they have.

Therefore, when little Mo Fan expressed his dependence and trust in him, Mo Shao didn't feel the slightest psychological pressure.

But now-

He had to face the reality, just like the poet said in that year, after five, ten, or twenty years, the child will grow up, and Mo Fan will be a handsome and handsome young man by then, and Mo Shao may still be the same. This seven or eight-year-old kid looks like a tragedy.

When the poet sneaked back into the room, he found that something was wrong with the atmosphere. He heard a small sound like the howling of a young animal. After listening carefully, he realized that he had made a mistake. It was a human voice at all, and it was a human voice. This kind of cry that makes people can't help but blush, and the heartbeat is out of control. It is very soft and has no sense of rhythmic beauty, but it attracts him to explore further...

He paid special attention, and found that the black fur ball was not there. Barefoot, stepping on the soft carpet, he walked softly towards the big bed in the inner room, and then——

Everyone was dumbfounded.

There were two people lying on the bed, oh no, to be precise, it was one person, a sword spirit, both of whom he knew, half an hour ago, both of them were wearing clothes, half an hour later, they were naked.

"Mo Shao, it's so comfortable..." The young man panted lightly, his face was flushed, and the little deer spotted eyes were staring at his side, as if he was a "little old man" who was struggling with some troubles. Look at his serious and Isn't that dignified appearance the old man?

Mo Shao remained silent, holding the hot shaft with one hand, rubbing the sensitive hole at the top with his thumb, and pacifying the round ball at the lower end of the meat stem with the other hand, his whole body seemed to be Spartan out of his body!

How could he do such a beastly thing!

He's masturbating to a four-year-old kid!

he……

"Ah, ah, ah..." Accompanied by a series of silent groans|groans, the milky white viscous liquid poured over his hand, and the scorching hot feeling fell down between the fingers and dripped on the white bath towel.

Quite a lot.Mo Shao thought about it with a blank face, and felt that it was urgent to get his facial paralysis back.

"Mo Shao, are you angry?" The young man straightened up, approached Mo Shao, and asked cautiously.

"No."

Mo Shao came back to his senses, met the young man's aggrieved gaze, and felt a little guilt in his heart. What can a four-year-old child know?But he's a weirdo... hey!Really sad.

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Auntie Guai said that her morals were lost all over the place, ying ying ying...

Today, the olive branch rose a little bit sluggishly at 233, hoping to break through 9000, is there any hope?