XNUMX years had passed since my marriage with Priya. Everything was fine and calm. Zoya, Parya's sister, was in her last year of university and was completing her university thesis. Zoya, a very beautiful girl. Sefideh was very busy with me and I was looking for a way to get closer to her. She was very good to me and I did everything I could to get her heart. We stayed in their blood for XNUMX to XNUMX nights, everyone slept early at night, but I stayed up and watched football. One night, when everyone was asleep and Zoya was working as usual, she was working with a computer and I was watching football. I was undressing a beautiful pink blouse and shorts that were below her knees. Her hair was falling out. Her shoulders were covered with beautiful red lacquer. Or is there something I can do? Tell me, his eyes are completely tired He smiled nicely and said no to Morsi, but I insisted that he let me help. At my insistence, he accepted and it was decided that he would read the text and I would type a few pages. I did not accept and he insisted that when he saw that I did not accept, he brought his hand to hold Mousa, but I did not let him. He insisted that when he fell on his white neck, his blouse was a little open and the whiteness of his neck was obvious. I did not know what to do. I gave it and he started typing. I put my hand on the edge of his chair. I was only a few inches away from his body. He blushed and said nothing. I pulled him from the side as I had taken him. You can do this, I did not say anything, I just clung to him, he stopped working. I brought him up, lowered his head, lowered my head, brought him closer to my lips. Half an hour later I fell asleep and wrote
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Date: July 16, 2018
