Exceptional woman

I am Jamal. I am 69 years old from Tehran. My story is not very sexy. It is a memory. A completely ordinary person with a normal body and limbs. Someone had forwarded that had a special name that caught my attention. I went to Suzi and saw in her profile a woman who has been looking thin and tiny for more than XNUMX years. She was not very sexy at all, but I am very interested in this type of body. My partner is thin. I was attracted by his appearance and I sent him a greeting in private, which he saw tomorrow, but he did not answer. He was working on the phone, chatting, talking sexually, and he was XNUMX years old, and years after his divorce. I had a lot of relationships, but I did not see anyone. I do not see to say which city I got a plane ticket for, and before that I made the necessary arrangements and left the airport. We went to the Imam of the congregation, got a mosque and a one-week letter, and went to an apartment hotel, and got a room for three nights, and until we got the room, we couldn't wait for the other two. We went to XNUMX and after that we came to the main point of the story that it was a horrible sex that I had never experienced before. Surprisingly, he satisfied me three times in a row in two hours, and he satisfied himself three times. I do not want to go to the hotel for another two days. During those three days, he did not leave the hotel at all and only wanted sex, and like all the adulterers you greet until now, they are waiting to be charged, even though he did not have a really interesting financial situation. The idea was great and of course I could do it as much as I could and with my own insistence and resistance I helped him. Anyway, those three days I was in the morning. I used to go out every day under the pretext of work and go to the hotel and come back at night and from morning till night he just said do not regret that I lost him and because I was married I could not do much for him. I encouraged her to get married. I hope she is happy wherever she is. I sometimes come here for a few years and read stories and memoirs, but I did not think that one day I would write a memoir here myself.