Hi, my name is Gholam and I am 30 years old. How long did it take me to write this story for myself? Of course, it is not a story, the reality may be bitter, but the problem is that it happened. The story is about my wife's sister Mehri. She is a few years older than me and has 2 children. My relationship with her husband is very good, but from the first day I was engaged to my wife, I do not know why I was interested in her in any other way. Of course, Mehri did not have a very special physique, maybe it was normal for many people, but it was different for me. He was about 165 tall, had relatively large limbs, relatively large breasts, and relatively beautiful buttocks (I think great). We had a good relationship. As her sister's husband, she always respected me and had a good time. Many times when I was making my own wife, I imagined all the love in my mind and it was all in front of my eyes. Little by little, I came to the conclusion that I was suffering from mental illness. My wife wanted to go out shopping, but Mehri's children urged her to go out. Mehri, a servant of God, had to go out with her sister and her children. I did not go because I was not bored. And I was left alone at home. Mehri's husband had gone to another city on a mission.
It was half an hour after he left and I was lying in front of the TV when I saw Yahoo open the door and Mehri hurried inside. Apparently he had left something. He twisted and fell to the ground. I jumped out of the cup like a spring and went to him. The servant of God had tears in his eyes and he could not help it at all. I put my hand under his arm and lifted him. I do not know what happened when the smell of his perfume mixed with the sweat under his armpits hit my nose. All the erotic thoughts I had about Rajab passed before my eyes. He could not do it again and I had to hug him (God willing). I felt his soft body with all my being. Of course, one of them was so heavy that I could hardly get him to his bedroom, but when I bent down to put him on the bed, I lost my balance and we fell on the bed together. I thought I would apologize to him a hundred times, and every time he said it was okay. no problem. He was still in pain. I asked him if he had salicylate ointment in the house. I went and got her ointment and asked her to put her pants on her knees. Of course, Mehri did not wear hijab in front of me and usually wore a short-sleeved blouse and trousers. Whatever he did, his pants were too tight so that he could not get on his knees. My eyes looked at his hand and he took it under his coat and the button of his pants and opened it, and he lifted one of his buttocks off the bed and told me to pull his pants down.
I can not describe my time at all, I think my heart rate was 10 thousand, I wanted to scream from the intensity of anxiety. Unfortunately, I pulled his pants down below his knees. God, I could not believe that he had fleshy and white legs and the upper part of his waist was covered with a mantle, almost as if his skirt was on his knees. I applied an ointment to his knee and asked his permission again, and he came to touch my knee, whose cell phone rang at that moment. Believe me, it is as if connecting 10 volts of electricity to me is inevitable. My heart was pounding. His phone answered. It was my wife who was asking him why he did not come and he told her the story. Of course, he did not say anything until he had eaten it and asked him to continue buying it without it. I could not waste any more time imagining the naked love in my dreams. Now I had her half-naked legs and I was applying her ointment. I started gently rubbing the ointment on her knees and slightly above her knees towards her groin. His body was as soft as cotton. Every time I lowered my hand above his knees, he tightened himself a little. Little by little, the ointment worked and his skin began to warm up. I was completely focused on my work. It took an hour. I raised my head for a moment and saw that Mehri closed his eyes, bent his head back a little, and bit the corner of his lip. I felt like he was having fun. Another time I dared to raise my hand, which at the same time opened Mantoush chuck and Mantoush slipped on both sides of his run. God, I can not believe that exactly until the bottom of his shirt was found, a white half-lace shirt that was completely fabric in front of his shirt and the fabric was completely wet !!!!! I did not understand what I was doing anymore. I did this slowly a few times, when I saw him say in a very weak voice, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, and he was lying on the bed with his back to the waist." What a good smell it gave me. Mehri first tightened himself and pushed my hand back with his hand. It was time to finish the work. I tightened his hand and with one movement I pulled him out of his shirt. I bit. He said, "Yeah, yeah," and asked again. He said he could not look at his sister's face, but it was too late. Her pussy was wet and by the time I did this, she was lying on the bed again. I was eating her pussy with all my being. My dream had come true.
I opened the pan again and started eating it again, it was sweeter than honey. The sound of his breath filled the whole room and he pressed his head on it with both hands. I would tidy up my tongue and pull it out. I nodded carelessly and lifted my head from the method and stood in front of him with his hangover eyes watching. I took my pants off you and walked slowly towards him. I took her hand and pulled her towards me as if there was no more knee pain. I took her head slowly and slowly took her to her mouth, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Now I was looking at him from above, his back was full in his mouth and he was eating with craving as he was eating his back. Two plump and beautiful breasts. I played with them for a while and then I put a seal under my mouth and pulled my back out of his mouth, put my hand out on his shoulder and put him to sleep. He listened and lay on his stomach and bent his head to one side and closed his eyes again. I took two pillows from his bed and pushed them under his abdomen until one of the corners went up. Relatively narrow, almost pink in color. I started eating it from behind again and bit my tongue. I did this for a few minutes. It's time. When this sound came from him, I lost my temper and started pounding first slowly and then sharply and hard. It was really cool, tight, hot and completely wet. My throbbing rhythm was accompanied by a sigh of love. The corner had attracted my attention in a bad way. After a few minutes, I pulled my back out of you and opened it with both hands and started eating the hole. He told me what are you doing there, it is dirty, but I did not care and put my tongue in it and I repeated this several times and Mehri did not resist anymore, I felt that he liked it somehow. I applied a salicylate cream to my little finger and calmed it in the hole. The beggar asked me not to do this, but I did not pay attention and continued. He told me what did you do to me? My hole is burning. I wet my back completely with my saliva and put my head on the hole until I came to press it. She said that I did not even allow my husband to kill me. I told her he was your husband but I am your slave !!! And I cut it again and put my back in the hole and pressed it. Said your servant, God bless you, I turned my head inside. "Fortunately, the first ointment made her numb," she moaned. I think I had the same attitude for a minute. I increased my pressure and pushed her in for another 2 inches. She moaned softly inside me again. It lasted for about 10 minutes, and I lowered my whole back to the bottom and felt that my head was hot. Slowly, I started to pull out the worm. Every inch of the worm that came out of the corner, he grabbed the sheets with his hand until near the circumcision. Mehri provoked me more. I did this a few times and now the hole in Mehri's butt was completely open and he had left it to me. Once I pulled Kirmo out of your corner and he said wai yi yi yi and bite. I do not know, I may be sexually ill, but I was aroused again by hearing the sound of the bite, and this time I tightened my back in the corner and pumped it several times in a row, and pulled my back out again, and said louder again, "Yeah, yeah, yeah." This time he bitten me twice in a row, I pushed him back in the corner and this time I pumped in the corner for about 10 minutes. The sound of sighs, Mehri, had filled the whole room. I was already dehydrated. The work was done and I had given my dear Mehri. It was as if I had nothing else to do in the world. I sorted the jam myself and removed the cream, which was almost loose, from your ass. I felt right that one of the seals was stuck to my head. This was because I had put it inside the bottom of my back, but I was not upset at all and I wiped it with a handkerchief, and then I wiped the back of the seal and kissed two of his cheeks. I turned around and looked at her face. There were tears in her eyes. I hugged her and started eating her lips. She accompanied me. After a few minutes, I removed my lips from her lips. And I looked into his eyes and said, "Slave, promise me this was the first and last time."
