Hello, I am Cyrus and I am 39 years old. I remember that it is hard for me to believe, and I still think I had a dream. The story started when we had been traveling with Mojgan and Ali for some time, because we lived close to each other. There was no problem, I was joking and during this time Mojgan was texting me, of course jokes.
One day I saw that the color and smell of the SMS had changed and it was getting awkward and I was thinking to myself, but then I said no, Baba, there is no news. Be as reliable as the sun. We texted until 3 o'clock in the morning and it was decided that he would come tomorrow at 2 o'clock in the afternoon and show me all of Joshua. In the morning, I got up unhappily, went to the company and kept looking at the clock until 1 o'clock. I left the company and went home. I told myself that it was not possible for him to come. I was smoking constantly, I had really brought less, I did not know what to do, and God, I was praying, he did not come and look behind the window of the alley I was doing it when I saw him once. He called me and I came in and he came very skillfully without making any noise. I had thrown myself. Bringing a scarf and then a manteau, a black short-sleeved T-shirt with a pair of black cloth pants, the color was red and the lipstick was red, and it smelled a lot of perfume. We stood in front of each other and took my hand He put it in my mouth and I took a lip from him and then he looked at me for a while and put his head on my chest and said I always wanted to come and hug you and until I came to talk, he put his lips on me again and said do not say anything and just do me. I wished I had really regrouped, and she was wearing a nice blouse, and she took off my T-shirt, clung to my body, and started rubbing my cream with her hands. I lay down on the bed and I started licking and rubbing her body and I opened her and I ate her breasts and she turned to herself and moanedIt was as if a 20-year-old who had not been touched and said, "Jon, I's yours today. Do whatever you want." He sighed from the bottom of his heart and I started to eat like a famine victim. He was sighing that he was about to die.
I was getting wet when I picked him up and put him to sleep. I tore his bed. I rubbed my back. 13 years had passed since her marriage. I told her how tight and cool her eyelashes were. What did you do? She said I did nothing. Your friend does little. It took a long sigh and I realized that I was satisfied.
When I did a little, he said, "I want you to do it." Was it you or not that he said you are the one I gave them, you are the best, you do one of them
You are not at the end of the line anymore, my water would come and I would make it firmer and I would have emptied all my water in the corner, then he took a lip from me and said that I am very happy and now I am working with you. I said, "Are you going to hurt me again?" He said, "You made me like I always wanted Ali to do to me." We had sex about 10 times since that day. How many times did I go to her house and how many times did she come? If I had, I would write to you. I hope you like it, but I must also say that my friendship with my friend is not the same as before, and this is because of his wife.
