GHOST ON MY MATTRESS

I waited for a moment, and it was when I heard Mother Maggie's snore that I crawled out of the under of the bed frame and stood on my two legs.

To me, Mother Maggie is not pleasant to the eyes. Not as beautiful as I was in my former life. Because she doesn't appeal to my eyes, the thought of sucking her breast doesn't arouse me. Not the way the memory of kissing Alice always does.

'Just suck her nipple and hide under the bed frame until tomorrow morning," I mumbled to myself, smiling at the sight of the naked woman on the mattress in my front, walked closer and then leapt onto the tall bed.

"Ouch!"

I quickly used my two palms to cover my mouth as I groaned in pain. Out of excitement, I had leapt at the mattress and then bruised my knee on the wooden frame.

'Grr... Grr!'

Mother Maggie's snore become louder as the binding pain from my knee subsidized, and I promptly laid closer to her breast, placed my palm on the nearest one and began to search for her nipple.

"Hmm!"

'Don't wake now,
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