I did not want to give it to him, but he did

It was to remind Nasser of November 96. I was going to work in the east of Tehran. It was about 7 o'clock in the evening. I got on the subway in Shemron Gate. I did not hate Kirshoo pressing me because I had not poured cream for some time, I pushed myself back, he took the case and started pushing himself like this, he pressed me, I pushed myself back until the subway was empty, Tehranpars station, which is on foot I came behind me, we arrived, he said upstairs, he said that he did not come, I said, I hated him, I did not push you, I talked like this, we came to separate, he took my hand, he said, you can go this way and talk more, I said, well, we were going to their blood. He did, and the boy he has been with for some time now, and when his wife is not there, he goes home and kisses her. It was interesting that he said I have a wife until we got close to their blood. I asked him to take a sack and we went to the sea and talked in the apartment My blood is here, but my wife is here. We can go and play behind the canvas. I accepted, although I did not like it at all. He had just shaved about 12 13 cm, but I put a good thickness in my mouth. Kirshu put his hand behind my head and pressed it. The tears in his eyes were frozen. I went and he told me to put on some shoes. I accepted. After you took off his bag, he put on a handkerchief and a cream on my waist. He opened my pants. He kissed me first. I was going to burn you, but I knew I had to put up with it so that the pain would subside. Then it started. I was on my knees and he put his hand on my knee 5 or 6 minutes back and this time he clung to me tightly.I asked him, "Abt came," and he said, "Yes, and your hand does not hurt." Posted