Hello friends, my name is Farhad, I want to tell you my own sexy memories that have happened so far and are still going on.
The story started when my father died but I have to go back to when he was still alive
My father was a dictator in every sense of the word. He was the one who lit the alley and darkened the house. Of course, he had a lot of wealth. In terms of beauty, I did not have much money. Neither my father nor my mother paid attention to me. They spent 5 tomans a day on me. I could not buy clothes more than once a year. He did not let me sit in the back of the car until he was 500. He finally agreed to sit in the back of his car for 200 minutes with all the rewards. It is interesting to know that the school children thought my father had nothing until one day Well, my father, from that day on, the behavior of the children with me changed. They looked at each other in a different way. They even gave me their girlfriends' numbers. I did not even have a girlfriend until then. Inside our family, no one came in and did not count until my father died.
I remember when the man told me what happened to me, but after a year I said that if I knew you were going to die, I would be so happy that I would kill you myself. Before my father died, I had several unsuccessful attempts to have sex, and all of them were stoned. The first was the girl of our garden. Our garden had two daughters, one of them more beautiful.
The eldest was married, but the youngest was single. When I proposed to him, of course, he did not accept it indirectly. Why did he give me such a fiancé? I said to myself, look, our garden girl did not give it to us. Our neighbor's girls do not even look anymore. I created twice a day.
Until one day, I had enough, I made 10 thousand with a lot of effort, I brought a young man with a thousand fears and shivers, I felt at home every moment, now I remember one, I did not understand at all what I did, I was in the floor badly, I was in Rome, I don't know what happened, one day when a public woman came, she was bleeding, she was changing her pants, which was also open in the room, I went looking for something that I saw, but from that day on, I did not even think about it, not even a few times. I masturbated the image that was left in my brain from the corner. I said to myself, if I have a girlfriend, I will go out of my mind, but for me it was a famine girl. Of course, there were a few of them, but I did not like everything I did. I was in the same situation until my father died.
When the man felt that everyone was watching in a different way, from our garden girl to the public woman, I had become someone for myself. When I realized how much I had inherited, then I understood the reason for their work. I bought an iPhone, then I went, whatever branded clothes I had, I also bought a car that my father had. They were smarter than them, but I did not give them a place at all for a few months. Now it's time for me to introduce you to the girls of our neighborhood. Living this is the same as being a BBC or being a companion. Everything happened in our neighborhood. First of all, they realized that the first one was called Azita. She was more beautiful than all of them. The moment my father was alive for me too It did not work like this, everything was over, you could not find any flaws in you. The second one was called Nazanin. She was very eloquent. She also has a good voice. Very cute.
I hope my friends like it. If my friends welcome my story, I will write sex stories.
