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I am 23 years old and I am a student

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I am related to the year 85, when I was not a student yet and I was studying at home when I was accepted to the university. It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon and I was alone at home studying. The house where I saw Parsa and another boy who is almost the same age as Parsa are beating each other on the ground. I went to the alley and separated Parsa from the boy who was also our local child and brought him home. His whole body was covered in dirt and his elbows were bloodied. I took her to the bathroom and asked her to take off all her clothes. The bathroom of our house is made in such a way that if the bathroom door is open, anyone who passes in front of the bathroom can see inside the bathroom. As Parsa was taking off her clothes, I was helping her. Parsa had taken off all his clothes and only his shirt was on. I told him to take off his shirt so that you could take a shower. Parsa also took off his shirt. I asked him why he was beating each other. Parsa said he cursed at me and I hit him. Parsa said he cursed you and your mom. When Parsa said this, I sat on my knees and kissed Parsa and took her in my arms and said, "God, I will sacrifice my flower, which is growing." When I said this, I felt something on my stomach. When I took Parsa, I looked back. Kir Parsa grew up. I almost laughed. I hit him twice with my hand and said, "What is this?" Parsa, as he turned his back and laughed, told me this. As I was laughing and playing with Kir Parsa, I said no, Dad, are you right? This is not Kir, this is Schumbule. Parsa also laughed and said no, in short, I got up after a few seconds to go and bring towels and clothes for Parsa, when I saw my older brother Reza standing in the hall and looking at us. I was so shocked that I did not even notice that my grandfather had come on leave. I went forward and kissed him and said when did you come, I did not notice you at all. Reza said I just arrived. Mom and Dad are not coming yet? I said no, but they will be home in another hour. Can I bring you something to eat? Reza said no, I will go and get it myself, but first I want to go and take a shower. I said I took Parsa to the bathroom now. He had a fight with one of his friends and his whole life is dusty and I want to take Pasa to the bathroom and wash him. You eat something and change your clothes. I also wash Parsa and bring her out. In short, that day passed and the next morning it was about seven o'clock. I still wanted to sleep for another two hours, but the voice of someone walking in my room woke me up without hesitation. I opened my eyes and saw that Reza was looking for something in my room. I wanted to pick up Saddam and say that you were looking for something, but I saw that he found what he wanted, he took the iron and the ironing board from my room and went out. I closed my eyes again. I do not know how long it was before I felt someone come to my room again. Mom and Dad had gone to work and Parsa had gone to school and only Reza and I were alone in the house and even though I guessed it was Reza, I still opened my eyes and saw that it was Reza himself who came to my room to iron and Put the ironing board on Josh's head. I closed my eyes again but I was still awake. After a few seconds, I saw Reza sitting on the bed. And began to caress me with his hand. He used to do this. That is, when we were younger and we were in a room, I asked him to caress me, because I liked it when Reza caressed me. The last time he caressed me was when his military service had just begun, and one day when he wanted to go to their barracks, he caressed me while I was asleep and kissed me and left. When the caress of my face and hair was over, I waited for him to kiss me and leave the room, but I saw that his hand went to my waist and it was going lower. Although I was awake, I had enough of my eyes and I was curious to see what he wanted to do and I fell asleep. I saw that his hand was going lower and lower and he went on my buttocks. I could not believe that Reza was caressing me, but he was really doing such a thing. God, I did not know what to do. I did not know if I should wake up and react. I was also thinking about what to do and what not to do when I saw Reza get up and leave my room. I opened my eyes and saw that Reza had left my room, but he was still in the room. I wanted to get up and lock myself in the room, but since I would get up if I woke up, I would be careless and continue to sleep. It was not more than a minute or two later that I realized that Reza returned to my room and sat on my bed again. He quickly started stroking my ass. Until that day, I had not read any sex stories, and I had only heard of high school children and a series of sex stories related to themselves or other school children, and I had not even seen any sex films. He was caressing me and I had two different feelings. One feeling was that I was afraid of what Reza wanted to do with me, and the other feeling was that I felt good and pleasant when I was caressed by Reza. So I decided to do nothing and not show any reaction from myself. Almost Reza was caressing me for a minute and I had completely forgotten the feeling of fear that I had at first and I was somehow enjoying Reza's caress. I took it and felt that Reza moved on the bed for a moment and started pulling down my shorts with two hands. In an instant again my sense of joy was replaced by fear. This time I really did not know what to do. Reza had pulled my shorts and shirt down to my hips together and was playing with my ass with both hands. My heart was beating so fast that I could feel the sound of my heart beating. I felt it on my butt and then Reza spread that ink on my butt line with his finger. And then he put his left knee on my left, and then with two hands he opened my buttocks a bit and put Kirsh, who also had a certain kind of warmth, between my buttocks, and then he put both hands on both sides of my shoulders. He placed it and very slowly so that, for example, I would not wake up, he put Kirsh in the middle of my legs and slowly pushed Kirsh back and forth. A few minutes had passed since Reza came back and then again I felt that substance in the middle of my legs and then Reza came down again and started to move back and forth between his legs. I do not know why, but I had a very good feeling. A sensation that could not be compared to any of Reza's caresses. My buttocks got a little warmer and I felt something liquid, which was definitely a certain warmth on my buttocks, moving downwards. I did not move again and I was still asleep until Reza got up from me and wiped my feet with a paper towel and pulled up my shirt and shorts and left my room. I was completely sleep deprived and could not sleep, but I did not want to get out of bed at that moment when Reza did not notice that I was awake. I had heard a series of stories and stories about sex from high school children, but what Reza did to me was very different from what the children had described, but whatever it was, I liked it very much and I was ready again. Reza should do these things instead of caressing me.