Updated: 2013-02-02

After sitting in the bar for a while, taking advantage of the wine, Philipta Martin followed Stephen to his home in the middle of the lake. Although he had heard that Stephen had a mansion here for a long time, he never thought it would be so elegant and elegant. The interior and exterior of the house were simple and generous. Apart from such a large house, Stephen was the only resident, which was a bit too deserted.

"I think your house is good, but it's a disadvantage. If you play consecutive away games, you're afraid that you won't live here for several days, just like an empty house. Why don't you find a hostess?" Feliotta asked with a smile while looking back and forth.

Stephen is young and rich, and wants to have a reputation, achievement, and earn so much, how could he not have a formal girlfriend? If it weren't for Philipta Martin who knew Stephen enough and knew that his sexual orientation was normal, he would definitely doubt whether Stephen only likes men.

If Stephen likes men or men and women, Feliotta would never follow him to his home. She could not accept such sexual orientation. As for why Stephen has no formal girlfriend so far, it can only be explained that he has too high vision and has not encountered a suitable one.

Such men can always inspire women's desire to conquer and increase their confidence in charm. However, be careful to get stuck in it. Feliotta Martin likes such a house very much. He lives in the middle of the lake, faces the faint mist, listens to the sound of birds and waves, and feels like a free life.

Even his uncle doesn't have such a house. Of course, he can't afford it, but he doesn't like it personally. For example, on the other side of the lake is Bill Gates' home. If you take a boat, you can easily visit Bill Gates. Of course, it's hard to say whether they accept it.

"I want to find it, but no one is willing to agree." Stephen shrugged. He didn't want to be bound by marriage as soon as possible. At the same time, he didn't want to have a lot of illegitimate children like others, so the women who had sex with him were prepared in advance.

"I don't believe it at all." Feliotta Martin took off his shoes and began to walk on the pebbly paved road. This was also a transformation made by Stephen at Chen Yingjie's suggestion. Walking on such a road can effectively relieve fatigue, especially on his legs and feet.

Moreover, stimulating the muscles and nerves in the soles of the feet can make the feet react better. It is not troublesome anyway. Stephen installed it here. At the beginning, Stephen walked in soft-soled shoes for a few days before he got used to it, but looking at Feliotta Martin, he seemed to be fine.

Stephen did not discuss too much about this issue. It would be fake to say that he has no women, but he has not contacted much recently, otherwise Stephen would not have invited Philippeta Martin to his home. After all, she is a media worker, and Stephen has always avoided such people.

However, Philipta Martin's identity is not simply a media worker. Her involvement in the Supersonics is so deep that it reassuring Stephen, because the two can be said to be one to some extent.

"What is this?" While observing Stephen's house, he saw a room passing by without introduction. Philipta curiously pushed open the door, but Stephen did not stop it. There was nothing shameful about it.

"Huh? Who is this person? It looks very strange. He is thin and has a long sword on his back. There are white clouds beside him. Is it the religious god you believe in? Is this his name?" Philipta saw the portraits and tablets inside at a glance, and then walked in curiously and asked.

"Oh, his name is Qingwudao Ren, not a god. He is a person with great ability. He is the founder of a kung fu school. The tablet is the name of my master." Stephen didn't know how to explain to the other party. Like Qingwudao Ren, the ancestor, is not easy to translate, so Stephen had to try his best to explain to her.

"Kung Fu? Is that Kung Fu?" Feliotta Martin made several Bruce Lee's actions, and the voice imitating Bruce Lee happened in his mouth. In the minds of Americans, Bruce Lee is synonymous with Kung Fu. When Kung Fu is mentioned, it is Bruce Lee. Stephen has encountered it many times.

"No, the one he practiced is called external kung fu, this is internal kung fu." Stephen had no choice but to explain to her randomly, that is, he could not demote Bruce Lee too low, nor could he say too badly.

"Can you demonstrate it for me?" Philipta asked with great interest, with a strong curiosity in his eyes. He said that curiosity can kill a cat, and obviously can attract a woman. It is a waste of time to not take this opportunity to spend a good night and discuss what skills are.

"I'm mainly meditating, there's nothing to see." Stephen wasn't willing to be seen as a monkey, so naturally he wouldn't show her.

"What's the use?" Philipta Martin asked, not disappointed, but more curiously.

"This can relieve fatigue, improve mental attention, and be very beneficial to will." Stephen had to use the theory of the big road goods to explain, otherwise Philipta would not understand the explanation for the rest of his life.

"So that's it. Your performance has been so good recently. Is it related to this?" Philippeta Martin was extremely excited. He didn't expect that he would gain such a reward when he came here. It was really surprising.

"It does have a certain relationship, but I don't want others to know about this. You know what I mean." In fact, Stephen doesn't know whether it's related. Stephen rarely felt tired before, and now he rarely feels it. However, his mental attention in the game is of some use. After practicing this, Stephen rarely gets distracted.

However, looking at the appearance of Philipta Martin and looking at the big news, Stephen felt unhappy. This is how the media workers are. They know very well what kind of news is the most valuable and touching. If Stephen does not warn, Philipta Martin will 100% expose it to him.

"Don't worry, I'm very professional and I won't say anything until you get your permission." Philipta assured Stephen.

"Haha, I hope so, do you want to drink something? Baby." Walking around and into Stephen's bedroom where he was resting, Stephen opened the refrigerator on the wall and pointed to the drink inside for Feliotta to choose.

"I don't think we need to drink anything now?" Feliotta Martin did not choose a drink, but hugged Stephen from behind, rubbed his tender cheeks back and forth on Stephen's powerful muscles on his back, feeling the smell of strength.

"I think so, too." Stephen reached behind, stroked Feliot Martin's body, and hugged her and put her on the bed.

"We're just friends, aren't we?" Just as Stephen was about to take off Philiotta's clothes, Philiotta Martin suddenly said.

Stephen didn't understand what she meant, so he stopped. My friend, don't you want to go to bed anymore, but it's all for this. Isn't it so uncomfortable to refuse again?

When Feliette Martin saw Stephen's head-wrenching look, he immediately smiled like a spring breeze. He reached out and stroked Stephen's face: "I mean, this is just a beautiful encounter and will have no impact on our future relationship. In the future, you will be you, and I will be me."

Stephen then understood what Philiotta Martin meant. It turned out that he didn't want to pester her afterwards. Although he was secretly happy, Stephen also had an inexplicable sense of loss. In the past, he was worried that others would entangle her. He didn't expect to meet someone who was worried that she would pester her. Is he so despicable?

"I love you. You are the most touching and powerful man I have ever seen, but I don't want to consider marriage or be bound. I only have my career in my heart, so please forgive me." The expression on Stephen's face made Philipta Martin misunderstood that it hurt Stephen's heart and explained hurriedly.

"It's okay, I hope we will have a beautiful night." Stephen is now open. What's the point? He didn't say that when he rejected others in the past. He was unwilling to be bound, unwilling to accept marriage, but only willing to pursue careers. He is familiar with this routine.

"Come on." Feliotta Martin untied the constraints on his chest, revealing two plump white balls of bright and plump white, and two pink cherries on it were trembling constantly, as if dancing in the wind. Stephen immediately couldn't help but lean down and took turns to suck. As soon as he got up, Feliotta Martin moaned, really a very sensitive body.

After having enough taste, Stephen began to move downwards and took off Feliotta Martin with only one thong. Stephen blew a naughty breath, and while sang, he stretched out his two slender and powerful legs and tweeted them hard on Stephen's neck.

Stephen easily untied the knot on the thong with his teeth, and with just blowing it, it was blocking the way. At this time, he had already seen the canyon of Feliotta Martin covered with mud and the stream was weak.

Before Stephen could do it again, Feliotta Martin had disarmed Stephen as fast as possible. When Stephen Jr. showed it, Feliotta Martin first rotated it around with his red lips, painted Stephen to a fat red, gently blew Stephen, opened his mouth, and slowly swallowed Stephen into his mouth.^-^^-^
Chapter completed!