"Okay... then... then you take a rest... umm!~~ You take a rest!~~ I... I'll go clean the kitchen... umm!!~~~ Haah!~~ I'll go clean up!~~"
Sally was nervously perfunctory to her husband who was taking a nap on the sofa in a daze, and at the same time, she panicked and kept using her hands to pull away Harry's dirty hands that were reaching for her vagina, glaring at Harry desperately and shaking her head pleadingly towards him.
"Well...wife...if you...if you don't feel well...just go to the bedroom and sleep for a while...when I wake up...I...I will clean up..."
Sally's husband's voice became weaker and weaker, and he seemed to be in a half-asleep state.
"Why are you here?! Go back quickly!" Seeing that her husband seemed to have fallen asleep, Sally turned around quickly and whispered to Harry angrily in a low and nervous voice.
