I just want to define memory and to say that I am disturbed by false memory and I am completely right
I have been giving cousins to my cousin for as long as I can remember, but the best thing was in the service. The day before I went to the barracks, I was sitting in Aradi Square and smoking. A truck driver came and talked and got here to go. Let's sort it out and take it to the garage in my car. I understood that he wanted to hit me, because if someone caught him, his heart would not burn for me. In short, we went around and went to the garage. It was 10 pm and I had to go to the barracks in the evening, but I was careless because I had come to eat on my own. We sat in the car and he described his behavior a little and it turned 12. He told us to sleep. He said, "Sleep down here, I'm sleeping in a high bed." At that time, new double boards had just arrived from this truck. I fell asleep and he, for example, started to open the bed and went to Alki and said, "What can we do now?" I, who was itching, told him to come down and sleep. came . He said, "This way we can be warm. Let me be naked." He completely undressed me and I stabbed him in the legs. After that, the thick pomegranate was thickened to the point that the whole world became dark in front of my eyes. It seemed as if I was thinking that there was a fountain of blood, but I was going crazy with lust. All the models in that small space made me. The smell of spit and cone was mixed. I can not say how I was. After about 50 minutes, pumping emptied the drain into my hole and I went out and emptied myself under the pretext of maybe. I could not believe I could get so much water. Then I walked to the barracks and on the way I was enjoying Lizzie by my side. When I got there, it was 3 in the morning, I had to give the guard a cone, but this time I was much more comfortable because my cone was slippery with water. I have a lot of memories of giving up and other things that I say little by little
