Friend or foe

Hello to the erotic children, from gay to Lez to the streets, this memory is related to my childhood and still continues. My name is Mohammad Mahdieh. I liked the name of Mohammad. We used to go to the bathroom together, but I went to Isfahan from the third grade. Before that, we were in Ahvaz. Three years after I returned, his attitude towards me had changed a lot, as if I was someone else. This gentleman became a sister and our relationship had become closer, but he was getting farther away from me. In short, let me tell you. I used to say that when he was a child, his parents would fight and his father would take him and one of his sisters to his father's house. His little uncle would also kill him there, sir. The room says Mehdi Bashineh, listen to the song, I see it out of curiosity, yes, right I was worried about having it, I asked myself, "This is what he said. It passed until I came back from Isfahan. The seventh year was a game guide that we had been looking for a lot, and finally we found it and bet that whoever loses loses his chest and presses it." I saw that I had become an insect and I was taking Kirshu. Little by little, I became an insect. I put my hand on his pants and pulled him down. He reached the age of eight and met two new friends. He preferred me to him. He went with them. My class was clean for him. I also made a decision and found a new friend. He said that he was not from Ahvaz, but I also got smart and asked their families to tell them that they had come to school that day and were not home. They go there and make the same covenant, and from there I understood, brother I don't play with him, but he plays with the others. I didn't talk to him anymore until the ninth year. There was a fight between us. Our manager has just changed. He said that he was a child and because his mother was dead and he was doing this alone, I told my friend that the director of the child reached Mohammad's ear and he went and gave it to the principal and told the principal that I was the only one in the class who was my principal. He wanted me to go to his office. The manager's office was also separate. I went. I saw Kirshu come in. I was very scared. He tried very hard to be with me again, but I pushed him back so that he could find Kir for himself. I did not go to him anymore, this was a memory of me, I did not hurt your head, goodbye, wrote