I want to combine blonde and chocolate

Those are the hard days for the sexy movie Dutamon. By the time of the entrance exam

Marjan and I were getting close and studying hard. And we even helped a lot with sex (by phone, of course)

We successfully completed the entrance exam and I did

I was accepted to the University of Tehran. Fortunately, Marjan Kooni was accepted to Isfahan University of Technology and majoring in Computer Engineering. Shahram is also an Azad University

Najaf Jundabad and Elham Shiraz Architecture. Summarize all to

Somehow we got the result of our efforts. After breastfeeding for one semester, I was informed that Shahram was going to study

England. And Kos left very soon because of his uncle. Inspiration too

A few months later, she got engaged to her cousin. Marjan was also hard at work. Of course, this was true for me, and the sex of the story had caused it

That we know less about each other. And sex with Iran is me

I had the gift of having a mobile phone (a gift from my mother-in-law for university admission), which was very special at that time, but again our contacts became less and less. Maybe it was because of the campus environment and the boys and girls there that it was so cold for both of us that at the end of the second year of college we didn't know each other anymore. Ten years have passed since I was accepted to the university, and during this time I lost my grandmother and I was also studying for a doctorate and at the same time I was working as a project manager in one of the big construction companies in Tehran. Thank God I had both a good income and a great job position. Until we had to go to Isfahan to sign a contract for the purchase of stone with the logistics manager. The evening logistics manager flew to Isfahan and I stayed because I had an important meeting and I was supposed to leave by car at the end of the night. The company had booked a place for us in Kosar Hotel. I arrived in Isfahan at three o'clock at night, and despite my tiredness, I went to the neighborhood where our house was, and I even went to my high school, and I went to the hotel with all the memories and sighs and regrets. We rejected a busy two days and the logistics manager returned to Tehran and I stayed for another two days until the final contract. Since I had no more work to do, I decided to take a walk in the city in the afternoon to remember the past. I left the hotel and walked to the XNUMX bridges. I first walked along the dried river and went up to Chaharbagh to go for a walk in the park, remembering the old days. I was on my own and I reached the crossroads. As soon as the traffic light turned green, a sound nailed me to the top of the cup. Familiar voice مهر kind voice…. Sound… .. - What a surprise …. Mr. Engineer. Without turning my head, I shouted loudly: I still could not believe it. It is as if my body is shaking with every heartbeat. I felt a hand on my shoulder forcing me to turn towards him. The same blue eyes, the beautiful face, the same composition and the same body of the coral itself. Tears and laughter mingled along the street. I did not know what to say. My tongue was tied. We walked down the street together on the sidewalk. Now was the time to hug each other. Crying, laughing and looking for a few minutes passed so we could talk. Marjan asked with a certain warmth: -Where are you?… Where here ??? … Ignorant should not come bad news ??? And general complaints. I replied: - I am ignorant ?!… I have the same mobile number. .... Finding me was easy for you… The trick is so busy that you forgot us !!…. I saw him sigh and as he took my hand he said: You are right, I was very involved. You do not know how involved I was. Suddenly, that lightning of joy disappeared from his eyes, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not get the sadness out of his eyes with a smile. We set off in pairs. Kelly and I have talked for a long time. Memory of the game… Sarollah learned and took me and Shahram…. Remember the mischief of adolescence. The air was getting darker and the cold of winter was annoying. At my suggestion, we decided to go to the hotel coffee shop. He put his cup of hot chocolate on the table and put a firm pack on his cigarette. I took her hand and said quietly: What about a girl? (I have been telling him a girl since high school) I do not see sadness in your eyes. He hated and tears welled up in his eyes. "You do not know what I drew," he said in a hushed voice. You do not know… and while wiping the tears that flowed from the corner of his eye with a handkerchief, he continued: I was in the fourth year of university when Shahram returned from England. He was able to get his degree in programming. I was satisfied with my marriage with a lot of fat tongue and after several courtships and family insistence. Because this connection between Shahram's family and my family was important to them, they laid the foundation stone and prepared the best ceremony and equipment for us. Two years had passed since our life and I was very skeptical of Shahram. He would come home late at night and everyone would be in a bad mood. Under the pretext of a business trip, he would go home once every few days and leave again. We did not have any financial problems and I was able to get my master's degree and start a company with the help of my father and one of my classmates, and get a few offices and companies through networking and computer work due to family connections. Until one evening when I arrived home, I saw that Shahram's wardrobe was almost empty and he had taken his personal belongings and left. For a month, no one knew about him, not even his family. Until Shahram's sister said that she had an affair with a lady who was eight years older than her and was in a good financial position and went to Dubai together to go to England. It took me three years to get a divorce, and I was depressed and taking medication for a long time. Marjan's words were accompanied by tears, and I, who was shocked to hear this story, my eyes were wet and I was giving Shahram everything I knew in my heart. At the end of the night, I drove Marjan to his apartment, which was now a little quieter. In front of the apartment entrance, he invited me to go to dinner tomorrow. Whatever I insisted that I should return tomorrow did not work out and I accepted with Marjan's request. The next morning, my work was over early and I called the company, and since it was Tuesday, I was able to take leave from the boss on Wednesday, and on Thursday, when we were closed, I was practically comfortable until Saturday. I charged the hotel another night at my own expense and took a shower. I bought a black T-shirt and cream linen pants from the hotel store and arranged my hair at the barber shop. Your heart was not my heart. Even though I knew where this last invitation would go, I still had a strange feeling. It was eight o'clock at night when I was walking towards Marjan's apartment with a large bouquet of Maryam and Rose flowers on Hezar Jerib Street. A large apartment with luxury furniture. When I saw Marjan, my heart sank. A black decollete shirt with a skirt up to the knees with shoes of the same color and soft make-up that made the navy blue color of her big eyes stand out more. I was watching when I came to myself with Marjan's voice .: Do you not want to come inside Cyrus John ?! I moved on the sofa and Marjan came in with two cups of coffee and came to sit in front of me. It was as if he had become more arrogant with last night's talk. The first one started talking. Marjan, holding a plate full of chopped fruit, took me by the other hand and asked me to go to the open kitchen. There he took out two cherries and without asking me if I was drinking or not, he jumped with a gold tequila and shook my hand. Slowly he turned his head to my ear and said softly: Tonight I want to complete the unfinished work in your blood. And he kissed me on the cheek and continued loudly: To your health that you will clear my sorrow with your coming. I also brought my courier up and the sound of the couriers crashing in the house and we went up one beat. The same goes for the second, third, fourth and fifth couriers. We were nicely warmed up and Marjan and I went to the living room for half a set and we were on the sofa in pairs. Marjan Yehu wrapped his hand around my neck and came to me with a movement and while he was sitting on my legs, his forehead stuck to my forehead and he said to me in my eyes: I want to taste your lips again after eleven years. I closed my eyes and felt the softness of his lips with the beautiful and sensual rotations of his tongue on my lips. Wanting to fire in the presence of a pair of tongues. We both knew what was going on and what we wanted, so there was no room for embarrassment. A little later, Marjan was standing at my feet on both sides of me, and my pants were off my feet, without taking off his clothes, he was adjusting my cock to the lamb in the depths of his paradise. We were so lustful that we both did not notice our movements and, like two blind people who were able to see at once, we walked forward with all our might. Oh, Marjan, it was a sign that my cock was getting wet inside someone. After a pause of a few seconds, he began to move, moving his body to the rhythm of the piano playing. Our eyes were tied and our lips were stuck together. Our hands covered each other's bodies like ivy, and I unzipped the coral. As the clothes came out of her body, beautiful breasts with small brown tips and size seventy showed off and I was sucking them like a child. Marjan's body twisted a lot and in an instant he took the T-shirt off my body and kissed my body with his lips. His movements on me became faster and his hands moved away from me stronger. Her moans are louder and her lips are deeper. A loud moan and stillness and trembling indicated that he was at his peak. He gave me a satisfied look and got up without saying a word and sat on the couch on all fours. Her beautiful person asked me with wet milk. Now it was my turn to reach the top with Marjan. My hands rested on her beautiful buttocks and I pushed her into her pussy with one push to the end. He sighed beautifully and said: Do you know how long I was waiting for this moment ?! Do you know that at that time in your blood I wanted to be naked and give my whole being to you ?? بکن کوروش…. Do what I want to fill my being. The sound of our bad collisions filled the whole space of the apartment. I increased my speed and my back started shaking. Marjan, who noticed that he was holding me with one hand from behind my back, and I realized that I had to be empty inside. We were both lying on the sofa next to you with a damp body of sweat, and I was stroking her beautiful hair and water from Marjan. We were in the same position for ten minutes until Marjan got up and took my hand and we went to the bedroom. The two of us entered the bathroom of his room and Marjan took off his bathing cap and we went under the shower. We washed each other well and had a good time. After leaving the bathroom, our bodies started twisting on the bed again and we had sex again. Until Friday, when I returned, we did not wear any clothes and did not leave the house. Three memorable days with teenage love. Three unique days with beautiful corals. This relationship lasted for two years and Marjan or I used to travel between Tehran to Isfahan or vice versa every week. After two years, at the insistence of his family, and given that almost his entire family had immigrated to Canada, he was forced to leave, which was a great tragedy for both of us.