In Previous memory, I described the flow of my aunt's daughter, which I managed to open at my grandmother's funeral, and now the night after that incident, this time I was with her mother, my young aunt.
First, let me say a little about myself and my aunt's family: Aunt Fatima, whom I call Aunt Fati, is now 51 years old, but she is very fresh and fresh. He is fat, but he has a well-shaped body and, like his daughter, he has a Nazi butt and chest, and he makes every man angry. This aunt has a daughter, who is Maryam Joon, and three sons. Her husband has an active Basij, but he is cool, and he himself is always in the meetings of the shrine and prayers, and this is what he says, and Lee never wears a tent.
I am very close with one of my cousins Fati, who is one year older than me, and we have been together since childhood. If I am not mistaken, I was in the fifth grade when once in the basement of my aunt's house, when we were having sex with Saeed, Aunt Yehu came and while our cock was in each other's hands, she beat us both and cursed. This upset me a lot and I was never forgotten and I was always looking for revenge.
Days and years passed and I grew up and did not forget Aunt John's beating and just wanted to take revenge by fucking her. I rubbed it on her several times under various pretexts and pulled her by the hand, but to no avail and she did not satisfy me until her grandmother died.
In the previous story, I explained that the closing ceremony was held in our house for a few days. The day I married Mary, my cousin, I just realized that the best opportunity for revenge, but the ground had to be prepared. On the third day when we returned from the mosque, Aunt Fati was unconscious and fainting. Oh, to tell you the truth, my grandmother lived with this aunt for the last few years because of her illness.
My aunt, like her mother, had high blood pressure. His condition worsened that evening and his blood pressure rose. I am one of the active Red Crescent aid workers and I always have a relief bag at home. After dinner, when the guest wanted to go, because her aunt was asleep, they did not wake her up anymore, and her husband and children went home and came back tomorrow. A series of corpses that hung in our house. From the beginning of the night, everyone in the house was exhausted like a corpse and everyone slept in a corner. I also went to my room and after checking my email I went to bed to sleep when I saw my aunt waking up and shaking. I asked him how he was and he said I was much better, I was just hungry. I went slowly and brought some food and ate and lay down again. He was drenched in sweat and confused and I was afraid it might be his heart, but then he said it was because of the heat. I went and took her skirt out of her skirt and gave it to her and told her to take off her pants and put it on so that it would be cooler and she would change her clothes right there under the blanket. He was also wearing a black lace shirt with a bra underneath if you were careful. It was at this point that a cloud spot came over my head and I saw that now was the best time. I went and sat next to him and talked to him and comforted him and blew him with a piece of cardboard to cool him down. The tear dropped again and I wiped it with a towel.
Here I used relief and medical techniques. I told him to sit down and massage your shoulders and back for a while so that he would feel better. At first I stood up and rubbed his shoulders with my hands. Then I sat on his back and massaged him from shoulder to waist. He slowly relaxed and was enjoying himself. This time I put her to sleep and started massaging her whole body.
I started over his shoulders and slowly came down. ر سیدم به کمرش. I rubbed her waist very slowly and Aunt Fati was sleeping quietly under my arm. I reached the corner. I tapped the corner lightly with my armpit and it shivered like jelly. I massaged Ronesh with the same continuous strokes and went to the corner again. I softened my blows and put my hand on her soft ass. I dared to say nothing. I gently shook my hand on the corner. One hand was on her waist and I lifted her skirt with that hand and her white cheeks appeared in the darkness of the room. Because the house was crowded and I was afraid that no one would wake up, I locked myself in the room and went to sleep under the blanket. I lifted the skirt from under the blanket. I held her tightly in my arms and kissed her neck. I put my right hand under his neck and put my left hand under his shirt and chest. My back was straight and I could feel the heat of the corner on my back. With a thousand rewards and a lot of effort, I was able to take off his shirt. I brought my left hand down and put it on his feet. It was like a hot stove. The earlobe was in my mouth and my finger was on it. I put my middle finger in it and moved it back and forth. I did this job so professionally that he was fainting but not screaming out of fear of the crowd. I pulled my pants and shorts down halfway, and at that moment, the cream hit my delicate skin, and Yahoo nodded. He turned and turned his back on me. I put my back to the corner of the corner and I was burning. I pressed her breasts tightly and clung to her. Because it was a hill, I led Kirmo to the hole with difficulty. His head, which felt the tail of the hole, brought his hand back and pushed me aside and said, "Aunt Jon, not now." I said why? He said, "Oh, I'm in pain and I can not be silent, and I'm embarrassed by Saddam." I said aunt's eyes. I put my back to his feet. The cushion was wet, and this slight moisture made it easier for me to push my back and forth. Sometimes he would hit me on the head. After all the activity, my water came and I emptied the spray. I brought a few sheets of handkerchiefs and cleaned them, then I went to the bathroom and threw the handkerchief in the toilet and poured water in a way that would eliminate the effect of the crime. When I returned to my room, her aunt was asleep. I made a skirt and a blanket and I slept on the bed.
This caused Roman to open up and I was able to communicate with him more easily later.
Now, two other people, Tepel Maple and Goshti (Aunt Fati and her daughter Maryam) were mine, and I have not been friends with any girl for a long time, and whenever my work is lame, I go to my aunt or cousin's house.
