But a young Englishman gives an account to the boy he reads

My story is a sexy movie in the context of that famous poem

There is Iraj Mirza who says: Come and tell me a story that you know how many and how sexy this tent is until the end.

Ms. Shah, someone makes a chador in such a way. I really forgot

Let me introduce myself. My name is Amir Ali Koni and I am a student in one of the small cities that women remember

The popular culture that has taken root in this city is mostly chadors

There are even female students who come to this city because of the view of the men here

They are often forced to wear chadors properly or

The wrongness of this culture has nothing to do with me, but I totally hate the chador and I have to endure seeing the girls in this chador story.

Everything goes back to last year when I was in Iran for sex

We are very basic and in short, we experienced all kinds of violations together, it was not a week and I was knocking alone, my girlfriend was good in our city and I, when I went back to our city, I saw her and another summary… This city was not an egg for anyone to go and see, and while I was giving it to this worm, I was saying that I was alone and I was bored. Let's go to his house and go to university together. The first night we warmed ourselves with hookah and alcohol and the next day we went to university and came home and took a shower and at night we went to one of the famous parks where most of the people were bazaars. 3 chador girls who were just having fun with the boys approached us with laughter. Go out and be like this. I's Maziar, we took a full trip and went and stood in front of them and I turned to one of them to see what His way was more tolerable. I said: Excuse me, you are a student of a certain university, who said with a laugh: No, I said: Oh, I am very familiar with my eyes. I am a student of a certain university and I saw you a lot. He said: You made a mistake. I did not see. The burnt father said something that left me with nothing to say. I thought again and said: You are the first semester, what an ugly thing you are reading. He realized that I was hitting them under the skin of his brain, but he did not say anything and passed us, but as usual, we laughed and helped each other. As we were looking, about 50 meters away, I saw 3 very many girls who did not have a tent and thank God, sitting on the grass in the dark and walking around with their phones. My head is coming with faster steps than me. A few steps after we walked, we reached the girls and Al-Haq, one of whom was extremely beautiful. The position was sitting on the grass and his legs were folded in his hands, you could see his psychic butt from under him, I looked at him and again I started talking that you are very familiar and I had a love before that was very similar to you and You probably did not have a love like me. Fortunately, my trick answered and he started laughing. We played a little Bluetooth to tell someone and listen to someone and the poem, and finally I got the number by hacking his phone, which is now a long story about what I did with Marjan Khanum, maybe I will write to you later. We saw the same 3 chador girls who came out of the coffee shop in that park at 10:30 pm and sat on one of the benches. It was clear that they were looking for a subject. I also told Maziar that I was badly grounded. Now I said: Now we will try and I went in front of them who were sitting now and you could talk to them and they would not pass by you like a donkey. Sometimes a person has to be honest. Honestly, I like you very much and I would like to get to know you better. What did you see? Maybe the friendship will be very close. I'm happy that they will make me their own, but as soon as you reduce it, I took my number out of my pocket and gave it to the one who looks like a frame. L was tolerant and I said I'm glad you hit me.