Hello friends, this story that I wrote to you is not really a lie, my name is Reza 25 years old and the name of Khalem Mehrdad's son is the same age. We grew up together since childhood. After eating away from the village, we live in the city. Mehrdad shook my hand and said, "Wow, who are you?" I said, "You are also good." Let's put our feet together. I said, "Okay, first I stood up. He left me alone. His work was finished. He stood up. I left my work behind. When it was finished, we left." When Konkunki passed, it continued during high school, when one night no one was home. We were alone with Mehrdad. I said what should we do, he said where should we put each other, I said painHe said, "No problem. First, I slept with Kunam. He ate a bite. Kirshu poked his head in the hole a little. He slept until he was in pain, then he slowly pressed until he was halfway down, then he started pumping again. My pain opened a little. It was his turn to go to sleep. Which pumping started? After 5 minutes, I was relieved. I took out my cup, emptied my water. We left a month ago, we were alone again one night, and we had been together three times until the morning. I think Mehrdad had a history of conflict.Because the corner was a bit wide, it was not time to see each other until now. This was the story of me and Mehrdad. Thank you.
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Date: August 26, 2018
