Ye Tong groped on the floor for a moment and picked up a thin cucumber wearing a raincoat, slowly scratching the edge of that pink blossom.
Zhou Wenhui couldn't take it anymore, gasping that she needed it inside her fast, and only then did Ye Tong aim for the center and slowly pushed it in.
"Ah... amazing, even though this thing is fake, it can still satisfy my craving," Zhou Wenhui cried out, unable to help herself.
"Little Mother, how did you cope before?" Ye Tong whispered.
"I coped just like this before," Zhou Wenhui said faintly, "When I was around twenty-four or twenty-five, I had a boyfriend that got me hooked on this. After that, things naturally didn't work out."
"When I'm in the mood, I'd watch a movie and do it myself. I'm only thirty-two, and I've already gone from pens to cucumbers; I don't even know how I've managed. I feel like if I ever really crave a man, an average guy probably couldn't handle me."
"Xiao Tong, faster... Ah, right, that speed, oh, you're scratching the itchy spot, it feels so good."
Yang Fan, hearing Zhou Wenhui's unrestrained and wildly explicit words, inevitably looked down at his member.
It was even thicker than the cucumber in Ye Tong's hand.
"Ah... perfect, that's the feeling," Zhou Wenhui cried out without any inhibition.
Ye Tong reminded her softly, "Little Mother, keep your voice down. Fanzi will hear you."
"Ah, Fanzi, harder, come on, make Little Mother's day, ah ah ah... I want it, I want more," Zhou Wenhui moaned sweetly, lifting her buttocks vigorously.
Yang Fan stared dumbfounded at the gushing fountain, feeling as if he'd been struck by lightning.
Little Mother, she actually has these thoughts?
If Little Mother didn't mind, he felt he, too, could convince himself.
"Little Mother, I told you to keep it down, why are you getting louder?" Ye Tong urged anxiously.
Zhou Wenhui seemed to have reached her peak, breathing heavily, she said, "If I fantasize a little, it comes easier. Don't worry, he definitely hasn't finished showering yet. That kid likes to watch those kinds of movies in the bathroom, he's probably lost in fantasies of men and women right now."
"Why would you imagine him though?" Ye Tong asked softly, pursing her lips.
Zhou Wenhui chuckled softly, "Water from the room doesn't flow to outsiders' fields. We are two widowed young girls, well, I'm at the level of a young wife. That guy hasn't even touched a woman; it's better to indulge him than outsiders. But, this is just my imagination, I wouldn't dare actually do it."
Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a bit of regret; he wished Zhou Wenhui actually had the nerve.
But how did she happen to know about that one time he watched it in the bathroom?
Yang Fan now suspected that Little Mother had sneakily watched him, and more than once.
Zhou Wenhui had finished.
But it seemed she was still not fully satisfied; she wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, grabbed her heavy, full breasts and pushed them toward Ye Tong's mouth, "Suck them for Little Mother, I don't know why, but I really like this feeling..."
"Little Mother, I think every woman likes it, I like it too," Ye Tong chuckled and opened her cherry lips.
Zhou Wenhui said with a smile, "Then I'll help you later."
"Forget it, I'm not in the mood anymore, we'll do it another day," Ye Tong said playfully.
The smacking sounds soon started echoing around the loft.
Yang Fan felt parched, his strength concentrating in one place, feeling like he was about to explode.
The two of them were uninhibited in their actions, their words even more provocative, making him feel as if he was burning with an intolerable fire.
It was a feast for the eyes, but his "brother" was left wanting.
After Ye Tong helped Zhou Wenhui for a while longer, it seemed both of their cravings had passed, they touched each other a little and began to dress. Seeing this, Yang Fan quickly covered his crotch and tiptoed down the stairs.
Once downstairs, he dashed into the ground floor bathroom.
The chilling cold of the water washed over him, and the boiling flame within his body was finally suppressed.
This accidental discovery today left him a little elated, yet also a little melancholy.
The elation was because he'd seen the stuff dreams are made of.
The melancholy was because his eyes got a treat, but his fingers couldn't reach.
It made him somewhat eager.
He wanted to find a breakthrough, to close the gap with his sister-in-law, and convert her and Little Mother's relationship into his own.
Messing around with Little Mother, he didn't dare to think about it for now.
But with sister-in-law, Yang Fan really felt an urgent, insatiable craving.
After all, his sister-in-law did not have a substantial relationship with his older brother; in fact, his sister-in-law was pushed onto their family by her parents after they received the betrothal gifts.
But before the wedding could take place, Yang Fan's father had an accident.
Yang Fan's older brother believed that their father's death was no accident, so he went to investigate and never returned, leaving no word behind.
Ye Tong couldn't return to her family, so she just had to put up with it for the time being.
In essence, the two of them only completed a transaction, nothing more.
But she was, beyond a doubt, Yang Fan's sister-in-law, officially recognized as such.
While he was pondering this, he heard faint footsteps coming up the stairs, heading toward the bathroom.
Soon, there was the sound of Zhou Wenhui speaking in a very low voice outside, "I told you, this kid is definitely watching those kinds of movies in there, playing by himself. The kid's grown up and is thinking about women."
"Little Mother, that's a weird way to put it. What does Fanzi have to do with either of us?" Ye Tong's voice rang out.
"I'm just joking, our broken up and reassembled family, we can only take care of ourselves. It's a bit... inexplicable. It would be nice to match up, but coincidentally so many things make us hesitate to establish connections, making everyone tiptoe around each other," Zhou Wenhui laughed.
"Alright now, go and cook, Chef," Ye Tong said teasingly.