Hello. I am Jaleh. I am 40 years old. You wrote many stories here and I did not hate to tell you the story of my life and how I became a man-woman. I was 38 years old when I divorced my husband. My husband was a doctor. A psychiatrist who could not have had intercourse with her if she had been a woman. An extraordinarily friendly and feminine man. let's move on. Anyway, one day he said that he was leaving Iran and left me alone with my daughter. Of course, before he left, he called the house I was in and called me and left. During these 2 years that I lived alone with my daughter, many things changed and my life did not go well. I had to go to work early. I became a secretary in a small company. Because my type and physique were good, I brought the second one there and I was not expelled and I did not die with a salary. Those who understand me like me because all the offers I received were either for concubines or for friendship. I mean, they just wanted me for sex and that was it. I did not want to have sex, especially since I was a hot woman, but because of my daughter, I could not do whatever I wanted, so I did not think of getting married at all. Another change that upset me a lot was my daughter. My 19-year-old daughter's name is Mitra. He almost went to me, but he is a little shorter, and this has made his buttocks and breasts show more and look bigger. His behavior was getting worse day by day from the day his father left. He bought and wore any clothes he wanted, short coats up to the hips and a lot of makeup, and… I could not stop him no matter what I did. I did not see him jumping with the boy, so I tried not to put too much pressure on him.
Things went on like this and our small company went bankrupt and I lost my job. In this expensive situation and unemployment of the country, this was the worst event. I looked for a job for a few weeks, but it was not found until I saw that job advertisement in the newspaper that day. We need a woman to work in photography with a sufficient salary. I called and asked about his salary and he was giving a good salary and his address was close to ours. I said thank God I think I got it. I went quickly and reached myself so that it would not be too late. A small but stylish and clean photograph taken by a 45- or 46-year-old man. I went in and greeted him and said I had come to work. He kindly explained everything to me and said that since your blood is close to this, you are suitable for this job, you just have to reach yourself a little more. Wow, I could not believe it would be better than this? After some homework, he said go home and come for a week exam tomorrow morning to see what happens.
I was happy that I got a good job and I was close to my blood and I was relieved. The first week passed and Mansour was satisfied with me and signed a contract with me. He looked good and I realized he liked me. 2 months have passed. Mansour and I had a good relationship and I liked him a bit and I was interested in him and he had the same feeling that one day he told me that he loves me and I said I have this feeling but I can not because of my daughter I got into a relationship where Mansour said I want to marry you. I did not know what to say. I was fluttering my wings in happiness. I felt happy. In short, we decided to get engaged for a while and get to know each other more closely, and my daughter would get to know Mansour better.
After the engagement, Mansour's behavior became more intimate and sexier every day. After a long time, I was feeling the presence of a man next to me again, which made me not want to have sex with him, but on the one hand, I did not want this relationship to happen between us so soon. At work, it was all in my hand or in my ass or in my chest, but not sex. One morning when we got to work, he started rubbing himself on me. They are clinging to my back from behind Kirshu. But he continued to work. I had become a bad insect and I did not want to step on it so soon. At noon, under the pretext of lunch, he closed the door of the shop and we went upstairs to warm up and eat lunch. He clung to my buttocks from behind and started rubbing my breasts with his hand. I said, "My dear Mansour Jan, Josh is not here." He said, "I have to give him this cute body today." Isn't it a pity that this person is cute? It was the first time that Mansour talked like this because it was the water that flowed from Kasam. I said baby, be patient a little and you will reach them. He said, "I can not do badly today. I have to do it." I said, "Darling, I do not like it this way. I would like to come to bed and hug you." He put his hand around my pants, which were made of cloth and his waist was tight, and he easily pulled it down to my hips. I noticed I saw my shirt pulled down with my pants. Honestly, I did a little mischief and gave Kunmo back to make her look beautiful. He first spat and rubbed my hole into my hole. Wow, how good it feels to do this. Then Kirshu spat and let me dig a hole. I could not believe I stepped on him so easily and he was hitting me, but Saddam did not understand. I put my hand on the wall next to the gas and leaned against the wall, and I enjoyed the little pain that always comes to my buttocks first, and I screamed and sighed softly, and Mansour was slowly squeezing you. Kirsh was very thick and the pain went too late and my hole became open for 5 minutes and Mansour was able to start pumping. I was having a bad time. After two years, a thick cock clung very tightly to me. Mansour did a quarter without the slightest maxi and emptied his gutter. Although he was very upset with me, but I would have liked him to be satisfied with me now that he had made me, but I did not say anything. As I was clinging to the wall, Mansour Kirshu was slowly moving back and forth. Wow, how was it that even though the water had come and he was satisfied, Kirsh was still thick and they were eating Kunmo's hole. I did not have my own hand, I was moaning softly and sometimes I was saying softly under my lips, Joon, that Mansour pulled me from behind me and said in my ear that I had a lot of fun with Kunt. I thought to myself, how many people have died ?! As Kirsh was in me, I gave him a little back and kissed him, and with a sigh on my back, I told him, "Dear, I will drink yours." Kirshu slowly pulled out and turned around and took a lip from me and said I love him. I told him I also like that my eyes fell on Kirsh! A thick, white and beautiful cock! For a moment, I wanted to sit down and eat a heart of garlic, but I stopped myself and tried not to see the first time, so I could not play. I pulled his shirt up and so did my pants. He pulled my shirt and pants up and made my mantle. That day was two of my best days after two years. Of course, Mansour was very interested in my ass.
