Gay Student Home

I have always had a feeling of homosexuality, but for many reasons it was not possible to express it. When I went to university, it was the second semester that I fell in love with one of our college entrances. We rented a student house from two of my classmates. Incidentally, one of them was a thin and tall boy. The same type that I like, and now being a housewife, in addition to being a classmate, made us talk to each other comfortably and face to face. Before, whenever my friend clung to me jokingly, I had a very good feeling, but I could not go forward or insist on volunteering for it at all, but as soon as we got home, we were alone for one night and the third person was not home. We had sex until Mohammad came, of course he was joking, but the next time we were alone and I went near him and walked with him, he got up and put me to sleep on his stomach and he went to sleep. And he pulled my shorts down and Kirshu took them off, put them on me, and hey, he pulled himself up and let out a sound on me. Shel Shalap had gotten up and I was very happy that Mohammad rang the doorbell and we quickly got together again. My love, whom I always talked about, was one of the college boys, and finally, when he and I went to work on our dissertations and we were alone at home, he said, I hit a girl on the face, but I did not hear about it. I was there, I said you want to do me instead of a girl, he said, clean your feet, I said, well, it's time, he said it's time now, and I'm asleep, and I helped him to pull Kirshu to the trowel, and I opened Kunmo's feet with both hands. When he put Kirshu on his face and pressed him, I wanted to run away from under him for a moment to try him. He spat and with his thick cock he climbed on my small hole and pressed it until he said he went inside and the juice came and my pants b Ella sighed and said softly, "I wrote the words."