Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Elena and Agustina were both wearing thick, almost opaque black stockings. They were about the same height and leg length, but Elena was more voluptuous and Agustina was more athletic. Their movements were also similar: one hand was supporting themselves on the cabinet while the other was taking off their stockings.

Chapter 992 Fireworks, Stockinged Legs, Flesh Bed, First Group Activity

"Tsk tsk, the captain is still the best looking." Agustina said, looking at Dinia.

“Of course,” Elena replied, mimicking the exaggerated tone of a comical clown.

Dinya was too lazy to chat with these two drama queens and quietly took off her stockings.

She removed her stockings relatively quickly, but she liked to start rubbing them after pulling them down to her calves. The black stockings gradually faded, revealing her fair leg skin. In the end, a pair of black pantyhose became two connected stocking rings.

Falek and Canaan both wore flesh-colored, silky pantyhose. Falek's voluptuous legs, like a sensual bomb, made the flesh-colored pantyhose appear crystal clear. Canaan was also well-endowed, but compared to Falek, she looked very slender.

However, both of their eyes were on Faith.

Compared to Dinia, Faith has smaller breasts and less perky buttocks, but she still has a well-proportioned figure with a slim waist and long legs, which is the kind of figure that women envy the most.

"Sigh." Falek and Canaan sighed at the same time. They could never achieve a figure like Faith's.

Faith's brown pantyhose were halfway down, and her doll-like face was blank with confusion. "Why are you all sighing?"

the other side.

Mrs. Zhao was the slowest to take off her stockings and underwear. Although she had made up her mind, she was still shy and kept one arm horizontally covering her chest.

She and Zhao Yingqi are the same person, with almost identical faces, but different figures. Perhaps due to staying at home for too long, she is a centimeter or two shorter than Zhao Yingqi. However, having given birth to two children, she is much more well-endowed in the chest and back than Zhao Yingqi, possessing the figure of a standard young married woman. Just like Zhao Yingqi, however, her breasts and back are completely bare, without any hair.

If you don't look at their faces, Madam Zhao and Zhao Yingqi don't look like twins when they stand together; they look more like sisters. Zhao Yingqi still looks very youthful, while Madam Zhao looks like a young woman.

Ronan, who initially had little feeling for Madam Zhao, found himself aroused without realizing it.

On the other side, after Lu Jianling took off her outer clothes, her figure quickly attracted everyone's attention.

Being so tall would make one's chest and buttocks appear small, but Lu Jianling's breasts look very large. When you reach out and get close, with a reference point, you can clearly feel that they are even larger than they appear visually.

Lu Jianling wanted to say, "Don't look at me like that," but she was too embarrassed to say it.

They could only quickly strip naked and head straight for the large public bath.

As Lu Jianling was the first to run away, the others followed suit and went to the large bathhouse one after another.

Ronan took a deep breath to calm his aroused desires and left the inner space through the secret passage. As for peeping at women taking baths, he had no interest in it. He had always thought that women taking baths naked were not as attractive as those behind them.

After a bath, I felt refreshed and invigorated.

A group of women wearing bathrobes played with firecrackers.

At this moment, fireworks are continuously blooming in Foshan, prompting people to stop and admire the view from the highest third-floor platform.

Fireworks in this era could not yet bloom high in the night sky; they could only rise from high-rise buildings to a relatively low height. Fortunately, there were no tall buildings in the city that could block the view. Standing on the third floor, one could see fireworks from a great distance. Although they were not as high, their splendor was by no means inferior to those of later generations.

“Serris’s New Year celebrations are enough to keep several major powers in our country fighting for a year,” Isabel couldn’t help but say.

Ambrina poked Isabel in the waist with a finger. "You always have this habit of ruining the mood. The pursuit of beauty is the fundamental reason why humans are different from other animals."

“Wrong. The difference between humans and animals lies in their logical reasoning ability,” Isabel retorted.

Ambrina raised her voice a few decibels, "You're wrong. The difference lies in the perception and pursuit of abstract things brought about by imagination, that is, the pursuit of beauty."

While the two sisters were arguing and bickering as usual, Ronan had already brought over the fireworks he had prepared.

Watching other people's fireworks is never as fun as setting them off yourself.

Seeing that Ronan couldn't handle it at all, Lu Jianling couldn't help but walk over and say, "You're so clumsy, let me do it."

Whoosh, fireworks soar into the sky; pop, fireworks burst open.

The dazzling fireworks lasted only a brief moment before disappearing.

This fleeting beauty made Madam Zhao sigh. Although she was an extraordinary being, with her cultivation level, her youthful body could not be maintained for long. After the age of forty, she would begin to age. It was impossible for her to be like General Lu, who looked like he was in his twenties at this age. Moreover, it was unlikely that she could live to be over a hundred years old as easily as those with higher cultivation levels.

In the end, she could only be like these fireworks, or even less than fireworks, because she was not such a dazzling beauty.

"Don't sigh." Zhao Yingqi put her hand on Madam Zhao's shoulder. She knew Madam Zhao's thoughts best. "Now that you're here with us, staying young is a piece of cake."

"Hmm?" Madam Zhao was taken aback.

Zhao Yingqi, however, did not intend to explain to her immediately, and smiled mysteriously, "I'll tell you later."

A little while later, Ronan brought over a rug and pillows.

Several wool rugs were laid out on the rooftop platform on the third floor, pillows were placed there, and the group of women lay down directly on them.

Ronan chuckled. "Hey ladies, could you please change into stockings first?"

“You’re such a busybody,” Dinia was the first to speak.

"What new tricks is that old pervert up to now?" Alice asked Ronan with a look of disgust.

"I'm saying, can't we at least show some respect to our master?" Elena seemed to be playing peacemaker, but she was actually being sarcastic.

Isabel glared at Ronan. "That's not how you ask for a favor."

Golan raised his hand high, "I firmly support all of Ronan's decisions."

“I don’t care,” Faith stated.

"Haha." Falek couldn't help but laugh.

Lu Jianling and Madam Zhao, both Seresians, couldn't understand what they were saying. Zhao Yingqi translated for them. Lu Jianling looked helpless, while Madam Zhao was confused and couldn't understand what they were trying to do.

A quarter of an hour later, Madam Zhao understood. A group of women, dressed in various styles, colors, and sheens of stockings, lay side by side, legs stretched out, legs touching. More than ten pairs of stockinged legs were pressed together, forming a fleshy bed of stockinged legs.

Seeing this scene, Ronan immediately got excited. Stocking lap pillows were nothing compared to this.

Ronan stripped down to just his shorts, revealing his muscles, and lay down on the bed of four stockinged legs for a while, wriggling and twisting to feel the different thicknesses, lengths, and textures of the stockinged legs. Then he started "swimming" on the bed of stockinged legs.

Madam Zhao was completely stunned, at a loss for words. Vulgar? That seemed a bit inappropriate. Not vulgar? Could this really be considered not vulgar?

"Come on, let's go together!" Zhao Yingqi called out to Madam Zhao.

Madam Zhao quickly shook her head, and then in the next instant, she was grabbed by Zhao Yingqi, who had gotten up and was pulled to her side.

This? She was already determined to join, but was it too much for her to participate in a group activity for the first time?

Chapter 993 Swimming on Stockinged Legs, Moving with a Penis, Really Big

When swimming on his back, Ronan had a row of stockinged legs pressed against his back, and he would grab and push with his hands, his whole body undulating and rubbing along the way.

The movement was very slow, almost inch by inch. Each person's legs had to be kneaded deeply several times, especially the crease between the thighs of each person's legs when they were together. The palms had to be inserted like snake heads to feel the sensation of being squeezed by the thighs of the stockings.

While doing the "breaststroke," Ronan faced upwards, swinging his arms and legs wildly as he swam across the fleshy bed formed by the stockinged legs. His hands and feet constantly touched the stockinged legs, while his lower body rubbed against them.

After going back and forth like this for more than a dozen times, Ronan's penis was already hard and erect.

The group of women didn't find anything indecent about Ronan's repeated "swimming" behavior; they just felt that his childishness had relapsed, and was quite severe.

Mrs. Zhao was quite surprised, because in her impression, Ronan was a combination of a shrewd bureaucrat and a capable young official. Even when he was being vulgar, it was the kind of vulgarity a respectable man would exhibit, not the vulgarity he was displaying now.

"Haha, now it's time to show you a special skill."

Ronan, thoroughly enjoying himself, declared loudly.

After saying that, Ronan lay face down again, this time with his arms outstretched and legs straight back, and he didn't move at all except for one part.

Each pair of stockinged legs was like a "stepping stone," and Ronan's suddenly agile giant rod kept sinking into the gaps between the legs, then swinging and propelling his body away from the gaps, slicing across the legs, and then wedging into another gap, and so on, repeating endlessly, making it extremely difficult for him to move his whole body little by little on this bed of stockinged legs.

At first, Mrs. Zhao, who was at the far right of the end, did not understand how Ronan moved his hands and feet, and even suspected that he used magic. But soon, she found out that he was not using magic. Ronan was using that thing to climb between his legs.

This……

Ambrina clapped her hands, seemingly cheering Ronan on.

Dinia covered her face with her hands, she really didn't want to look, it was too embarrassing.

Isabel's reaction was similar to Dinia's.

Alice was petrified; the expression on her face practically screamed, "I'm tired. Destroy it already, quickly."

Elena and Agustina waved enthusiastically, cheering Ronan on as if they were spectators watching a heated battle in the arena.

Both Grand and Ashley subtly moved their legs, giving Ronan a small step.

Falek and Canaan were laughing there.

Faith was deep in thought. As a religious person with a passion for psychology and sociology, she couldn't figure out what was going on with Ronan no matter how much she analyzed it.

Lu Jianling was stunned. She knew that Ronan sometimes had fits of his madness, but she never expected it to be to this extent.

Zhao Yingqi glanced at Madam Zhao beside him, giving her meaningful looks, as if to say, "You didn't expect this man to be like this, did you?"

Madam Zhao gave him a look, indicating that she really hadn't expected this.

Finally, after continuous efforts, Ronan is about to complete his arduous journey. After passing Zhao Yingqi and then Madam Zhao, he will be finished.

Ronan's large penis, encased in loose shorts, sank between Madam Zhao's thighs.

Madam Zhao shuddered involuntarily; it was so hot, so big.

Actually, it feels hot because in the dead of winter, a pair of legs with only a layer of stockings exposed are cold, so when they suddenly come into contact with that thing, it naturally feels very hot.

And it was really big. Before, when I was doing breaststroke, it just felt like a lump of flesh when I rubbed against it, but now that the tip of it was embedded in my thigh, I really felt how big it was.

After passing Madam Zhao, Ronan braced himself with his hand on the ground, stood up, and stretched his body.

As it turns out, the idea of ​​using a third way to get here is absolutely unreliable; even a top-tier superhuman like him has had such a difficult journey.

"I'm tired, I'll go get some tea." Ronan said, then leaped from the third floor.

Zhao Yingqi grasped Madam Zhao's hand and raised an eyebrow at her. "See? I wasn't lying."

A few days ago, Zhao Yingqi talked to her about some very private topics, such as Ronan's amazing size.

Madam Zhao shook her head slightly, "That's not important."

"That's true," Zhao Yingqi replied. "Skill is more important."

“You, I mean this kind of thing is not important,” Madam Zhao emphasized.

“How can it not be important? He’s very busy and doesn’t have much time to spend with you normally. That’s the only time he can have a proper talk with you.” Zhao Yingqi disagreed. “Besides, you probably like doing that kind of thing too.”

“I didn’t,” Madam Zhao protested.

“Impossible. I like it, and you must like it too. We are the same person,” Zhao Yingqi said firmly. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she seemed to realize that her tone was a bit inappropriate, so she softened her tone a lot. “Maybe you are still young, or maybe your deceased husband wasn’t very good.”

"Don't talk nonsense." Madam Zhao was a little angry.

Although she didn't have a very deep emotional bond with her late husband Liu Menglong, their relationship wasn't bad.

Moreover, Liu Menglong didn't seem like the deceased husband of General Lu, who abandoned his beautiful wife at a young age to pursue other women. Liu Menglong was simply more interested in drinking with a group of young people, discussing current affairs, and not caring much about her.

"Anyway, you'll know once you've compared them. I'm not talking about that thing; I'm talking about how we interact on a daily basis." Zhao Yingqi had nothing more to say, so he just said this.

"Say whatever you want," Madam Zhao said, at a loss for words.

At that moment, Zhao Yingqi slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "That's it!"

"What's wrong with you now?" Madam Zhao asked, puzzled.

“From now on, how should I address you? I can’t keep calling you Mrs. Zhao, but if I call you by your name, then…” Zhao Yingqi looked troubled. The two were the same person, so of course their names were exactly the same.

"I won't change it, I'm used to it," Madam Zhao replied.

Over the years, her elders were rarely around, and Liu Menglong never called her by her name. The servants could only address her as "Madam." Like many women, she almost never used her name after marriage, and she had gotten used to it.

At this moment, Ronan held a shield in each hand, which served as a large tray. On the tray on the left were two pots of tea and a dozen teacups. One pot was Yunnan black tea, and the other was jasmine tea from Fujian. Ronan had not known before that jasmine tea already existed in this era, and that it originated in Fujian.

The other plate contained some dried fruits, including dried longan from Guangdong, candied plums, and tamarind cake from Yunnan. Tamarind actually originated in Africa and was brought to the country by Westerners in recent years.

Drinking tea and eating candied fruit is very pleasant.

It was getting late, but we had stayed up all night to welcome the New Year. Suddenly, Ambrina suggested, "Let's each do a little performance. I'll go first, you guys wait for me."

Without waiting for anyone else's reply, Ambrina jumped off the roof to get her guitar. Now, several people in the group were in a dilemma. The reason was simple: they had no special talents. If they had prepared something, they might have been able to manage, but this sudden turn of events left them completely at a loss.

Chapter 994 Showcasing Talents: Jokes about the "Soviet Union" and "Vietnam"

Ambrina brought out her instrument, which looked a lot like a guitar but wasn't actually one.

Instead of starting her performance right away, she gave Isabel a provocative look and then extended her hand in an inviting gesture.

Isabelle naturally accepted the challenge.

Then, Ambrina sat down on the chair that had been brought over, crossed her legs, and began to sing and play the guitar. The crossing of her legs caused the soft flesh of her legs to be squeezed outward through her white stockings, making Ambrina's small plumpness particularly prominent. Meanwhile, Isabel kicked off her shoes, tied her hair into a simple ponytail, and began to dance impromptu on the carpet to the music. Her legs were covered in slightly shiny bronze stockings.

The color of her stockings and her nightgown had a touch of classical elegance, but this joyful solo dance was of a different style, completely unrelated to the dances appreciated by the upper class. At this moment, Isabelle was like a princess enjoying herself with the common people in the slums.

Lu Jianling and Madam Zhao couldn't understand the lyrics of this song. Not only could they not understand it, but others also didn't quite understand it either. However, this did not affect the joyful mood conveyed by the melody, not to mention Isabel's dance.