Hello, my sweetheart, I am XNUMX years old. I want to write my first memoir
My memory is also completely real
I am XNUMX years old and my memory goes back to this year
I look good but my chest is not very dirty and nothing else
The subject goes back to XNUMX days ago. Unlike all girls, I like playing with the computer very much.
I was very angry when I was playing. I saw that I was very lazy. I went to get a game. My mother said that I would go to the barber shop and take the key with me. I used to do it and when I saw the movie I was playing, my breasts were shaking a lot. I became an insect. I was going to decide to do something, I went to the kitchen, I picked cucumbers, I went, I turned on the water, I got up, I picked cucumbers, I saw that it hurts a lot, I saw a worm, I got worms, and I did it more easily, I went back and forth and said enough, I can do more. Once I remembered, just as he was wearing only his shirt and bra, I went to throw it out the window, when suddenly the key sound came and my grandfather was silent as usual. He came to beat you because our room was full of people. He came to say hello. Shut up, bitch, go out as if not, as if he said, "It's not a pity for you to eat this cucumber." I said, "Shut up, I'm busy." I can do nothing, I calmed down a bit and said, "Please go out and tell someone nothing." I told him not to do it quickly and I came to prevent him from taking off my pants and he said a bigger cucumber. I said, please do not do this. I begged him to start hitting me. He started to go around with my chest wildly. He was doing this. I was in pain when he was playing with my chest. I was moaning, he started to kiss me and quickly kissed Kirsh, but I did not accept, because this is my job. It was very small, it didn't hurt much, then it went fast and then I went out of the house. I was crying in bed for an hour when I saw that he came home and a flower in his hand helped me. Eventually you will apologize and our relationship at home was very bad after that, of course not.
