For years, my cousin climbed up and brought me water. My fantasy at that time was to fall asleep on my own, and the night that it was our house or I's house, after leaving, he would gradually put his hand under the blanket and get bored. I was, but I was having a lot of fun. After a while, he put his hand in front of my Khaye minister. I resisted early on, Mirson. Until the second year of high school, he was only at this level, until one night he suggested that we have a drink. His friend, and after my grandfather, a little while later, I saw that the blanket was shaking. I was counting the seconds for this moment. I put my hand back a little. Dadtoi Shirtam Z. The lord of my heart went up and my mouth was dry, I was embarrassed, but tonight I wanted to cross the red line with my hole under the pretext that I was drunk and nothing was right. I woke up and was in front of my hole. He put his head down again. I gathered my pressure a little. He was scared. He started to caress me again. He said, "Let's go to the bathroom." It was done so that no one would know that I was sure of my death. It was one o'clock in the morning, but I think my cousin was still awake. Set for the first time, send me a deal. A strange burning sensation caused me to gather quickly. I realized that it was too much, but since I did not change my position and my shorts were still low, I realized that I could not continue the work because the breath of the person next to me was behind me. I woke up. I shook my head under the blanket. Once again, my cousin spat on his head. I relaxed with my muscles. I wished it would have been a little longer. I turned to my cousin and pulled up my shirt, but not my pants. Which was more interesting than the original story In another episode, I will tell you the story of the second half of the night in detail. This is a real story, not fantasy and fantasy. Your comments encourage me to write the second half of the night.
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Date: July 31, 2018
