between men

Angry? James said impatiently, and the ice wolf shrugged.

"I'm just reminding you—Xiao Yuan seems to be angry that you didn't reveal his identity—the identity next to you, if you can understand what I'm saying."

James blinked, then tapped the Ice Wolf's exposed bone with his hand, and the Ice Wolf looked a little hurt.

"Are you taking revenge?"

"Never thought of it that way, I just think you're talking too much - are you going to eat turkey?"

The Icewolf glanced at him, and then they both laughed, and James jerked him up and walked into the house, while Mrs. Loveant's clock rang three times on the wall - which should be counted. Breakfast or dinner?

There is a small town called Wacker Town some distance away from the Rhone River. The fireworks of the war have never meant to go there, so the economy of Wacker Town is a bit—how should I say, backward? --Oh no!Although the war that brought economy has never visited the town of Wacker, Gabrielle Loveant burnt the family's culinary skills to the top in this almost abandoned golden wheat field.Her cooking skills are recorded in the book, her smile is imprinted in the heart, and her name, because of the recipes brought out by James Loveant, let more people know about her—well, only Mrs. Rachel and I.

"But she's known to everyone in this area," Mrs. Loveant said, picking up a drumstick from the table and putting it in her mouth. "Well—anyway, little James, having cooking skills is A good thing, regardless of your sexuality."

James made a loud noise from the side, and he deliberately threw an iron plate to the ground.

"If you can say less, I guess my father who died early can live till now."

Mrs. Loveant glanced at him, then smiled at me with a smile. I didn't know what to say, so I picked up a piece of bread from the table.

"Hmmm—so—" She fiddled with her shawl, "So how's your life in the Czech Republic? How's Rachel doing?"

"It's not bad," I subconsciously took my mouth, but I was still a little confused: "The two of them are not divorced—oh, my God!" I suddenly realized: "They are having a fight over the kitchen, I'll see you at her house over the recipe."

I took one look at James after I finished speaking, and he shrugged at me, which I hate when he does it.

"They're divorced!" I said quickly, and he rushed over: "He's joking, isn't he?"

He patted my shoulder and asked, looking at me with oppressive eyes, I exchanged glances with him, and then:

"Sorry, I think I should tell the truth. After all, I am your son. If you divorce my mother, I think it is necessary for me to tell your family. This is called honesty. Dad."

James patted his forehead violently. He opened his mouth a few times but didn't speak. Mrs. Loveant had finished gnawing on the chicken leg. She threw the bone out of the window and clapped her hands: "So you two are divorced?"

"Er—yeah," he said, glancing at me, "a few months ago—"

"A few months or ten months?" Mrs. Loveant squinted and interrupted. James touched his head and pulled me up from the chair.

"You know? Ma'am, I have the right not to tell you everything about me, because you don't care at all." He pulled me outside, and then he stood by the door and said, "Uncle Dean Did you climb into your bed through the window again? Can't you be more upright?"

"I……"

James slammed the door shut. He stood in front of me and looked at me. I laughed a few times and then snapped my mouth shut.

"...You know? Inever—"

"I can't understand what you're saying, I don't know anything - Hi! Good morning!"

A passer-by waved to me: "Good morning, little James."

"Okay, I apologize, okay? I'm sorry." James slammed the door hard, which made me realize that my joke might have gone too far.

"Well, I don't want you to tear things down." James immediately smiled, "But you are still my father, aren't you?" I opened the door and walked in. He seemed to be kicking the wall outside.

Mrs. Loveant had already cleared the table by this time.This is my third day here and we slept through the night after eating turkey the night we flew by helicopter.The ice wolf was taken to the hospital by their wolf friends to get the bone done. Ledo said that his hand can still be used, and recovery will be a matter of time, but now he can only masturbate with his left hand.

"It's so interesting," Mrs. Loveant said suddenly, the sound of James walking in made her swallow the rest of the words, she picked up her small bag and walked out, James walked over quickly, we Run upstairs and close the door.

"Oh! Dad, you can only masturbate now," I said loudly leaning against the door, "otherwise what Mrs. Rachel said might be true."

"I've got the key," he said from outside the door, and the handle on my side began to turn, and I pressed it hastily.

"I'm sorry, but—I don't want to sleep with you right now."

"What...Why?"

"Let me see—for no reason!—"

He flung the door open, and I ran to the windowsill to pick up a watering can.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom with me?" he asked with a smile. "Or do you want to jump from there? That watering can is empty."

I shook the jug and found it was really empty.He rushed up and grabbed my hand. Before I could react, he pushed me against the wall.

"You're getting fat—"

He carried me to the bed and took off my clothes.

"Hey—I'm really not interested right now, I—"

"Then don't move," he covered my mouth, "you don't need to move either."

As he said that, he kissed me, and quickly reached into my pants with one hand and rubbed them vigorously. I groaned, and he turned me over immediately, and dragged my pants with the other hand. down.

"Don't—uh—"

He held my mouth tightly with one hand, and then he inserted it in quickly. His hand in my pants became faster and faster, and his body began to move. I felt a sense of suffocation, so Then he breathed hard, he suddenly laughed a few times, and moved his hand on my fluctuating chest, but after a few minutes he stopped, turned me over and pressed me against my chest.

"Bite me." He said softly, but I didn't hear him.

"Bite me." He raised his voice, and I looked up at him.

"No—I..."

"Then I will bite you."

As he said that, he slid down to enclose my nipple, and his hand held it comfortably on the other one. After a while, he suddenly licked his lips and pulled me to stand up.

"how……"

He slammed me into his waist.

"Put it in your mouth, will you?"

"No—I..."

"You can—you..."

boom! ——

The vase on the corner cabinet suddenly shattered, James threw a blanket on me in a panic, and then he quickly put on his clothes. Next to the fragment of the vase, a note was held in his hand.

"What's the matter?" I said and put on my pants, and he turned and glanced at me.

"There is trouble."

He suddenly came over and took off my pants, and then he took my penis in his mouth, his tongue slipped warmly, an unstoppable feeling surged up, his throat moved a few times, and then Standing up and helping me put on my trousers, my feet suddenly lost any feeling at that moment, and I fell on him all of a sudden.

"Well.....I know you like me, but you're so active now, I don't mind doing it again."

I tried to move my foot, but it didn't seem to belong to me anymore. James laughed a few times and carried me downstairs and put me on the sofa. He ran to the kitchen and threw a few chocolates out. I blinked. blink.

"Why are you throwing chocolate out?"

He came out and shrugged: "Since you don't want to do that, then you can only eat chocolate."

I picked up the chocolate and threw it on his head, he smiled and walked away, then came and sat next to me.

"What trouble did you just say?" Seeing that he wanted to pounce on me again, I hurriedly said, he paused, and then put his arms around me and opened the note. There was a series of French words written on the note, and he used Hu Slag rubbed against my neck.

"It says they captured the ice wolves, they are flying snakes."

I paused, thinking James was joking, he blinked: "What's wrong?"

"Aren't you in a hurry?" I asked strangely, "You look like you're saying you don't have anything to eat today."

"Oh, trust me, if those two things happened I'd be thinking about getting something to eat—can you walk yet?"

"Eh—it seems to be ok, what's the matter?"

He stood up and walked to the side room. At this time, Mrs. Loveant came back with a bottle of wine staggeringly. She went straight to the kitchen. Not long after, I heard a broken plate coming from the kitchen. With a loud voice, James came out with two guns.

"Are you all right?" he called into the kitchen, and Mrs. Loveant ignored him, breaking another plate.

"We need to go out for a while. Shall I call Uncle Dean?"

"Oh, James!