This is the first story I will tell you that happened in September 89.
I am 27 years old, I have been married for 4 years, and I have a 2-year-old son. I also introduce my name as Mehran (although not my real name).
The story started when, after my marriage, I saw the daughter of one of my co-workers who shook my heart with a romantic look, but since I was working with her father and I was married and I had no interest in having a relationship with anyone else, I was a little unhappy. I imagined that a year and a half had passed since that story until I started a women's clothing store. Little by little, the market atmosphere affected me (boutique owners know what I mean). He nodded and finally did his job and I could not control myself any more (I forgot to say first I found his number the first time I saw him but I did not call him at all) I sent him a few romantic SMS with the Irancell line that You asked me? I also wrote, I saw a lover, my phone rang, it was his number, I give him his nickname, Vida Joon, I answered, he asked me, you said, I will tell you later, where did you call me and where did he get his number, and he asked me what I explained, without introducing myself, because I was afraid to tell his father. And I was overwhelmed. In short, Vidajuno wondered who it could be, and this made me make another appointment to call him. Against his will, he agreed to know me. I introduced myself and I told him about my marriage because he was very interested in it, he promised and I introduced myself and he knew me by appointment.
I called after our appointment and he answered me very sadly that until now I thought I was single, otherwise I would not have looked at you at all and I loved him so much because I loved him so much that I could not feel sorry for him. Let's have a healthy relationship.
Until I fell in love with him and started dating him, but during this time we kept our word and never exceeded the limits of a healthy friendship. During the day, he asked me for something that I forgot to buy for him, and in the morning when he had class, I should give it to him first. I called and asked the reason, he said I did not know what happened, we did not get together until one day he called me and asked me not to call him again with a lot of fights and fights, I could not satisfy him to continue and I was upset and said we will listen after 2 days He called himself. At first I wanted to answer, but because I really loved him, I answered. He said that I have a loan to take from him. I said I have a job. I can not say. I gave him a minute of anger and wrote that if you loved me, you would teach him to come home! I could not believe it until the evening came. Be here tomorrow at 2 in the morning. I called. I said you are making fun of me.
I thought about a thousand atmospheres until the morning, I went early in the morning, I took a shower, I left because I was very sensitive at the time, I called him for 7.59 minutes, he said look at the alley, there is no one. I went and kissed him, I sat down, he came to the sofa, he sat next to me, he told me with love and kindness, I can't believe it, I laughed here and he put his head on my legs, I caressed him, I massaged him, I slowly put my hand next to his breasts while massaging him. I closed her eyes and she said nothing, and I lifted her up, and with her permission, I was satisfied with her. The lipstick started. She was not on her own. She had eaten her breasts, she was upset, she had become very angry, I took off her clothes, I started eating her, her eyes were closed and she was screaming, I was naked too, I was very hot, I gave her a hand, she opened her eyes, she was afraid, she said what was this, I comforted her. It was thick. In short, I insisted on putting it to sleep Sash said, "Don't worry too much, I'm my daughter. I kissed her. She was not in front of me anymore." I sent it with a thousand efforts, it came to me, I kept it according to my promise, but the more I tried, the more the pain got worse. I told him to cooperate with me, and I would calm him down a little. He was holding the bed. I held it for a while until it calmed down. After it calmed down, I described it and sent it to you a little more. It started to cry. I calmed him down, he was cursing me, finally I pumped him slowly, he would not let me go too much, I came to him, I told him to go, I told him not to go, even though it is difficult for men to control, but again, because I love him so much, I did not want to upset him. I came when the tap was opened.
I kissed her, I kissed her on the lips, and I thanked her a lot for this work, and I promised to repeat it again if the opportunity arose. We celebrated his birthday together.
I hope my friends have noticed "I am writing a new memoir of Weston again"
