Story submitted - I lost two kunmo shells due to a plastic ball

I lost two kunmo shells because of a plastic ball
Hello. We live in one of the small cities in the south of the country. One day, as usual, we were playing ball in the alley. When our ball fell in the yard, no one opened the door. I knocked on the door when I was sure that no one would open the door. I went up the wall and jumped in Daniel's yard. And I unzipped my pants, took off my bra, rubbed it, went to the corner of the yard, lowered my pants, and started squeezing with the utensils. The man came to me and said, "What are you doing wrong?" At the same time, another gentleman came out of the house. I came inside the house to pick up my ball and they did not owe me any attention to these words. I told you to do something. Ali was Ali, he took my hand and put it on Kirsh, he said, "I did everything I said, no, and I was wrong. Javad Raf did not listen to these words outside the room, and Ali started talking. Spit in your mouth. Slowly, from time to time, Kirsh brings it in front of my mouth. Apply it to my lips. I also liked it. He was covered with a towel. He took a bath until he saw us. He threw a towel around it. Vaseline came, rubbed it on Kirsh, and stepped back from behind his feet. He spat several times with Vaseline.He tapped me with his hand and opened my hole with his hand. Javad also had Kirsh in my mouth. He did it in my ass, he pushed it, he pushed it, it went in pain, but it was impossible for him to cut it in half. Javad Kirshu came out of my mouth. He would take me and take turns for up to an hour, using different methods, in the first half hour of Kir Javad, who was with me, and Ali was knocking on my door. He used to beat me individually or in pairs for a few years, but after a few years our blood flowed from the city of the province to another place. My name was Mohammad. This memory was related to the seventies.