Just as the two young women were lying on their backs on the wire fence, watching the handsome young men on the basketball court with great interest, the two young men approached from behind.
Adán Rouco swept a nce at the ibustible Estre Berrocal and then looked disparagingly at the basketball guy: “Is he that handsome?”.
Estre Berrocal didn’t feel the slightest change in Adán Rouco’s mood, as she was focused on the boy with the number 10 bib on the court, when the number 10 came up with a dunk and Estre Berrocal cheered excitedly.
“How handsome, #10 looks very handsome getting wet!”
Estre Berrocalpletely ignored Adán Rouco, who was standing next to her, and udio Belles, who was especially excited to take out his cell phone and take a picture of the boys on the basketball court.
Adán Rouco’s handsome face darkens: …
Naturally, Montrelle Herran’s face was no better.
Montrelle Herran saw this posture and took Adán Rouco’s chin.
All Angelo Herrán could see was that Dad and Uncle Adam had entered the basketball court in a murderous mood.
Angelo Herrán pulled Paulita, who was staring at him, “Pa Rouco, it looks like my father and yours are going to fight them! There are five of them! There are only two of us, are we going to help?”.
Paulita frowned slightly and looked at her father and Tio Montrelle, asking curiously, “What are you two fighting about?”
Angelo Herran gave her a nk stare, “Stupid! Look at those two nymphomaniac moms next to us! It must be our father who’s jealous.”
Paulita said with a simple, innocent pout, “But it’s not right to hit people.”
Estre Berrocal and udio Belles naturally saw that their husbands had entered the field and saw Adán Rouco and Montrelle Herran nodding after a few words of negotiation between them.
Estre Berrocal and udio Belles look at each other, unsure.
“What are they up to?”
Estre Berrocal’s mouth twitched, “You’re not two 30-somethings who want to y ball with this group of college kids, are you?”
udio Belles is also in the wind …
And no wonder they did.
Adán Rouco and Montrelle Herran actually yed one-on-one with the university students.
Shortly after, outside the stadium, Estre Berrocal shouted, “Come on husband!”.
The next second, Adán Rouco scored.
Paulita pped her hands and red at Angelo Herrán: “Hmph, my dad is not trying to fight, my dad is ying ball with someone!”.
Angelo Herran: …
Paulita’s milky voice shouted, “Come on daddy! Daddy is very handsome.”
udio Belles, who was a bit embarrassed to hear Estre Berrocal’s shout, couldn’t help but jump after Montrelle Herran’s three-pointer: “Come on Montrelle!”
Angelo Herran took one look at the three mboyant women who became fan girls in seconds and brushed his little mouth, grabbed his little arms and made an indifferent face, he wasn’t going to scream, it was too humiliating, cheerleaders and all that were particrly dumb.
On the track, two “old men” in their thirties did not look less attractive than college students, but, on the contrary, seemed more attractive because of their experience and age.
His posture has not been molded by years of sitting in an office, and he ys with an athletic, quick posture, a far cry from his usual image of a well-dressed businessman in a full suit and leather shoes.
Estre Berrocal’s eyes were pink, she used to think that Adán Rouco looked better in a shirt and suit, but now she thought that the man also looked good in sportswear, which made him look more energetic than usual and gave him a much younger look.
udio Belles, on the other hand, has never seen that side of her husband, who is a man of few words. Although married for three years and with children, udio Belles’ rtionship with Montrelle Herran is not as solid as that of Adán Rouco and Estre Berrocal.
udio Bellesughed and said, “I thought President Rouco had average stamina from sitting in an office all year, but it turns out he’s a good ball yer.”
Average physical strength?
Estre Berrocal’s ears blushed and she silently denied in her mind. Before she wasn’t sure of Adán Rouco’s athletic ability, but in bed he’s not the average …
“You keep saying that, didn’t you say your husband was a programmer? Normally programmers don’t get much exercise even if they are on theputer every day, I see that Mr. Montrelle has quite developed motor cells.”
“I didn’t expect it either, I haven’t even seen him y.”
Estre Berrocal thought no, that she and Adán Rouco had a three-year-old Paulita, but that they had not married as early as Montrelle Herran and udio Belles.
“You’ve been married for three years and you haven’t even seen him?”
udio Belles shakes his head: “It’s a long story, although Montrelle and I have been married for three years, this marriage, at first, was a dogfight. I was single and pregnant, and it was a 419.”
Estre Berrocal’s watery eyes widened, because one night?
I thought his affair with Adán Rouco was doggy enough, but I didn’t expect udio Belles’ affair with Montrelle Herran to be even more straightforward.
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Angelo Herran asks, “Mom, what is 419?”
udio Belles froze and, after a half-hearted pause, finally stroked Angelo Herran’s little head: “It’s nothing, you’ll understand when you grow up”.
She didn’t want to tell her son now that he was the seed of his father’s one-night stand with her.
“And after that?” continued Estre Berrocal curiously.
“Because of the belly, we blinked rapidly, but I actually had very little contact with him for the first year or two, and it was only after we had the baby that we started having more contact.”
So that’s it, no wonder udio got married so early.
As we speak, the game is over on the basketball court.
Two men, with upright bodies, havee this way.
Paulita ran happily and hugged the long legs of Adán Rouco: “How handsome you are, daddy!”.
Adán Rouco bends down, takes his daughter in his arms and walks with long legs towards Estre Berrocal.
Estre Berrocal had already taken the handkerchiefs out of her purse and smiled with arched eyebrows: “Honey, wipe your sweat”.
Adán Rouco looked at her with a deep, soft and gentle gaze, lowering his head slightly to amodate her movements, Estre Berrocal wiped her sweat as she asked adoringly, “When have you ever yed so well, I didn’t know”.
“I haven’t yed for many years, my hands are already raw, I used to y a lot when I was studying.”
“If your hands are this raw now, didn’t you charm a lot of young girls when you were a student?”
Adán Roucoughs lightly.
The university students also left the court, clutching basketballs and looking admiringly at Adán Rouco and Montrelle Herran.
“Two older brothers, their ball skills are really good, we lost willingly, you can add a WhatsApp, we would like to ask for advice.”
Adán Rouco and Montrelle Herran are not bad people to talk to, even if they are exaggerators, and they just add a WhatsApp, which basically puts the corpse, so they add it.
When they finished adding WhatsApp, the four adults, with the two little ones, went back to the kiosk to buy water.
Adán Rouco and Montrelle Herran had just finished ying and were a little thirsty.
After buying a few bottles of mineral water, Paulita mored for a lollipop and bought another handful of lollipops.
After a stroll through the University Holy City, return to your homes.
At the end of the day, Adán Rouco came out of the bathroom after his shower and sat on the edge of the bed with a little weight on his shoulders and a sigh of relief.
Estre Berrocal ran up behind him, wrapped her little arms around his waist from behind, poked her little face out and asked, “Tired of ying ball?”
“A little bit, it’s been a while since I’ve yed like that.”
“Then you keep working hard.”
Estre Berrocal knelt on the bed and reached out to give his shoulders a squeeze.
“Does Ms. Rouco need to check herself for being a nymphomaniac with a bunch of little kids?”
Estre Berrocal: Well … he is jealous.
“I was just looking then, not that I like them.”