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I never accepted that anyone
My admission to the university is due to Connie's efforts and my round-the-clock efforts. (A sentence that my mother always said
Said the young and familiar family). I'm better than
Everyone knew that there was basically no such effort and effort (at least around the clock). با و
The fact that Kos has one or two hours a day left for the entrance exam
I was testing, but I knew best that my maximum night effort was limited to my fights and struggles with sex story blankets and pillows.
It could have been that this was not a lesson in Iran sex at all! With
This acceptance of me in the field of architecture (online master) sounded like a bomb in the family. My father kept his word to buy a car, but since I was accepted to Rasht instead of Tehran, contrary to his expectations, the case was resolved by buying a Renault model 57 in color! Scrap Renault, who was in the repair shop six days a week and walked a few kilometers one day! Selecting a unit I traveled by car. With my friend Hamid (who was supposed to be both a university student and not a classmate. Because his major was political science) I was in front of the West Terminal. Our appointment was one and a half o'clock and he did not arrive until two o'clock. The terminal was in terms of the last days of summer as well as the beginning of Doomsday student travel. Little by little, I was disappointed with his arrival. I got off and went into the terminal. I visited a few cooperatives that had buses to Rasht. But there was no news that it was not. In the cooperative, there were eight beats and a strange beating. Two young middle-aged men were beaten. A woman and a girl were screaming and people were laughing. The little girl was small but soft. It was natural that I should play the role of Fardin quickly. I looked at the body of two young men. I did not force them. Most of the passengers were Turks. A plan came to my mind. I grabbed the collar of one of them and turned it over, and rightly or wrongly handed it to a young man with a strong fist, and shouted with a shout that everyone in the terminal could hear: "What are you doing to the honor of the people?" Don't you have a mother and a mother? Why do you insult the daughter of the people ?! And I punched him in the neck. The girl's father first looked at me in surprise and immediately noticed my mischievous plan. And he, too, defended his lost honor in an imaginary way. The spectators, who were mostly Turks and until then only spectators of the fight, immediately looked angrily at the two young men when they heard the word honor (the only word with which the Turks could be provoked). The first young man, who had just come out of the confusion of my fist blow, got up and shouted at me, "You are beating me, mother." With this sentence, any doubt that remained in the hearts of the angry Turks about the honor or non-honor nature of the fight was removed, and suddenly his twenty strong hands, which had risen to respond to my blow, were thrown down! When we (me and that family) were on the Karaj highway, two unfortunate young men were still beating each other !!! Mr. Qasemzadeh was the secretary of literature and lived in Qazvin. His very kind wife (who prayed for me from Tehran to Qazvin and complimented me with a piece of fruit with each prayer) was a housewife, and her daughter (whose name I did not know) a second-year psychology student, I looked in the mirror - which university is busy Are you studying? He smiled and said: - The Azad University of Rasht was drying me up. I was left to say in front of his parents whether I was going to be a fellow citizen with him or not. I had previously told them that my route was to Rasht and they had asked them to come with me to Qazvin. But I had not said anything about the university and myself. - What are you doing my son? Ms. Ghasemzadeh asked this kindly. I answered the lie with hesitation - I am a first year student of architecture. Of course, now I am going to Rasht for a few days to do one of my father's administrative work. I looked at the girl again and asked - do you really not know the price of a cheap hotel in Rasht? - Ordibehesht Hotel is not bad. Of course it is old but clean, I got another smile from the mirror. I tried to pay less attention. The rest of the way passed to a poem between me, who had memorized a lot of poetry, and Mr. Ghasemzadeh, who was the secretary of literature. Although my daughter and her husband were helping her, she had practically failed me, and I answered myself several times. The smiles in the mirror had also gradually become gestures with eyes and eyebrows. When they were landing in Valiasr Square in Qazvin, in a very fast and calm situation, I said to the girl: - When are you coming to Rasht? - October XNUMX - Waiting for my phone - Where? - Ordibehesht Hotel's thanks to Qasemzadeh and his wife had no end. Qasemzadeh even called his workplace so that I could call him if he wanted to return. Fortunately, they did not doubt. They got off and I drove to Rasht. On the evening of the first day of October, my room phone rang. - My dear - Hello - Hello, we did not know each other's names. - You did not forget us? - No, Ms. Qasemzadeh. Can I call your little one? -…. Parisa. You can play Saddam if you want. - منم فرشاد. Really, why is your Rasht so lethargic? Everyone seems to be sleeping in the house - not Farshad Khan, only you slept in your hotel - no matter how much the hotel is here. It is more like a home traveler. Now do you have time to show me Rasht? - Yeah. Do you have a car if you want? - I have both a car and good news - what is it? - I'll tell you later. We're supposed to be green at half past five - well, see you that night. He was very happy when I said I was going to study in Rasht. With Perry's help, I saw the whole city. I exchanged my hotel for a clean and tidy hotel on a secluded boulevard. I think it was called Kadus or something. I also got acquainted with the good and bad neighborhoods of the city. We had dinner together.
They had a saw and, as they say, they had a single villa. The next nights, Perry and her friends collapsed on my head. This issue lasted for a week. Until one night the fairy asked without preamble - I made dinner tonight. Are you coming to our house? - Do not disturb me? - You have the right to wait until it gets dark. In order for the landlord not to see me, we quietly went into the house of Parisa and her friends. At first I was a little intimidated by the girlish atmosphere. Gradually, my jokes started. Maliha, a friend of Parisa, was busier and more rude. I started the whole joke with him. The work also turned to Rasht and Qazvini jokes. We ate dinner in a very hot environment. We also started the game. It was about eleven o'clock when I wanted to leave. Maliha insisted - where now? - Well, let me go to another hotel - Have a bad night with the poor poor - Thank you. I'm not going anymore - Dad, a morsel of sleep that has no compliments - Oh, it's not right - Do not be afraid, Dad, we do not have a card. You said you were studying architectural engineering. But as if you like agricultural engineering more, I looked at Parisa. "Well, stay tonight," he said. I pretended to surrender - okay whatever you say! We sat down again. An argument about the nature of God began between me and Maliha. Their other friend went and slept. Parisa was more of an observer of the debate. I had put my head on Perry's leg and was lying down. Maliha was a proponent of dialectical materialism, and I am a theist of two fires! Perry's thighs were soft and hot. It was an interesting discussion. Perry sometimes played with my hair. Finally, we came to the point where Maliha accepted that in order to meet human needs, it must be accepted that God exists in the form introduced in Islam. Perry, happy with my success in the discussion, squeezed my arm. I got up and sat next to Perry. I took her chin and said to Maliha: - Is it possible to accept that the creature of this beauty was created by accident? And at the same time I kissed the fairy lips gently. Perry smiled at me and said to Maliha: - You are not going to sleep? - Why - Farshad, should I bring your bed here? I replied - I do not want a bed. Only if you can give me a pillow. Parisa got up and went to get a pillow for herself and me. He turned off the light. And he lay beside me one meter away. I leaned closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder. - You have good friends - yes. We have been living together for three years. - I had a great time tonight - I'm glad I pulled myself up next to him. I leaned on my elbow. I looked at him a little and kissed his eyes. He gave me a beautiful smile. I put one of my hands on his stomach. And this time I kissed her lips a little harder. He put both his hands on mine. I sent smaller, more delicate kisses to her neck and cheeks. Gradually I got the right reflex. He took me and pulled me towards him. He answered my kisses by placing his lips between mine. My hand went under his T-shirt and touched his heart and back again. He was very sensitive to his stomach. I fell asleep and pulled him over me. He obeyed softly and lightly, and in this obedience his T-shirt slipped from the tension and I took his soft and delicate body between my arms. My tongue curled from his neck to between her breasts. Sometimes I stuck my tongue under her bra. He sat on my stomach and took off his bra. He unbuttoned my shirt and leaned on my chest. With great skill, he stimulated my lips from neck to abdomen. I dipped my fingers into her hair and guided her head with it. When he raised his face and his lips rested on mine again, I turned him over and placed myself on him. I held her breasts between my hands and licked them brutally. With my right hand, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled his pants off without taking off his shirt. He was wearing plain cotton shorts. I was lying between her legs and playing with her pussy with my lips over my shorts. It had reached the peak of lust. He had put one of his hands in his shorts and was rubbing himself. I got up and took off my pants and shorts. This time I slept completely on him. He immediately put his feet together. She was a girl. I wet her legs a little and put the cream between her legs. He was so tightly attached to me that he could not be separated with an ax. As I began to move, he also began to move his legs. It was very imported. He was holding my shoulders hard but no sound was coming from him. I realized that he was relieved by the pressure of his hands on my shoulders. I emptied myself on his stomach. But I did not get up from him. In the darkness of electricity, another pair of eyes could be seen from the bottom of the room. Maliha! The next morning at the hotel, I found out that my face was sore because of Parisa's excess hair. It's like I'm sanding it!
