The story of my becoming

Hello my dear friends, it has been weak since the beginning of Ensham. Forgive yourself well. The issue goes back to years ago when my son and I went on summer vacation and went to our house. Khalem, who was 2 years younger than me, told me that you wanted to be a girl. In fact, I loved being a girl very much, but I was embarrassed and said, "Do you want to be a girl?" He said, "Yes, very much." I said, "Do you want me to hug you?" He said, "Yes, but my empty armpit, which I did not." It didn't go, but it felt good. From there, I always wanted to know how it was. One day, when I was very hungry, we were alone at home with my older brother. I did everything. I fell asleep and my grandfather saw that I was asleep I was awake, I woke up, I saw my grandfather had made a super movie and it was buzzing, it was a good opportunity, but my whole body was shaking, I did not know what he was doing to me, I was a teenager and I threw it out, my grandfather could be seen in the mirror, he was not in my mood, but every now and then he looked at me, but I did not understand. And he saw that I also saw a good opportunity. I opened my hand and put it on my buttocks so that the hole could be seen. It means satisfaction, which means do it, your brother is yours, but you just rubbed it slowly, you were scared and embarrassed. He went to his room and you were embarrassed that I did not reach my heart I was scared, too, and later my grandfather said something. I said that if I wanted to hold something for someone, I would have to have sex with him. I went through the lock hole and looked at the door. I had opened it with a soft cucumber, I had whipped the cream so that it would compact itself, I said, "Come on, no one understands. I love you too." I went and sat down. When he came, he got up quickly and said, "Wow, what did we do? But from that day on, whenever he became lustful, he would count on me, and after he was satisfied, he would regret it, until he left Germany forever, and I was left without a pen. Posted