So far I have read many memories of other people's sex and for the first time I want to define one of my own memories. So, without exaggerating, I will get to the heart of the matter: One afternoon, on my way home from work, I saw a woman in skinny jeans and a very short coat talking next to a public phone near our blood. He woke up and got ready. I waited in the house for him to finish talking and then I followed him until he entered one of the alleys near our blood. I quickly went to him and started talking and called him.
The next day, he called me and after greeting me, he said, "Why did you give me a number?" I said the same. He said no, it was because of my clothes that you thought I belonged to him. I also said no, your clothes were normal, now everyone dresses like this. He said, "Anyway, I'm not from this kind of friendship, and now that I called you, it was only because Negi was ignorant. I said, 'First of all, thank you for calling. Then why are you in a hurry? We did not like it, we cut off our connection. In short, Ozon insists that I am not his family and insists that you do not rush. Finally, I told him that now you can come to my workplace to talk. He said where is the card and I gave the address. Then he made some excuses and said I could not come today. During these conversations, I told him that if you have any problems, come to my workplace, come to our blood, that we are both closer and more comfortable. After I said this, he said how is your blood and there is no problem in terms of security, I said no, I am alone and it is not a problem. Then we were supposed to call another day and make an appointment. A few days passed and there was no news about him until one day I saw him at the place. I went after him again and told him why the bell near him also made some excuses and it was finally scheduled to come to our blood tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning. Regarding my blood situation, I was supposed to go to Tehran tomorrow morning to go to the doctor because our house is in Karaj, but since God wanted us not to be safe once, their appointment was canceled. What should I do if I had gone to the bathroom and cleaned my back? On the one hand, I was cursing my own egg chance, and on the other hand, I was cursing the others.
In short, it was nine o'clock in the morning and I went to the parking lot, opened the door and brought it inside and took it to the warehouse so that no one could see us. In short, in the warehouse, I told him what had happened and he said, "No problem, leave it for another day." I said, "Anyway, today I have to sort it out somewhere." It is bloody and it cannot be. I should also say that she was married and had children and she was about thirty-five years old, but so far I have neither seen her nor tasted her. After I was disappointed with everything, I started walking around and biting my lip. I unbuttoned the mantle and saw a very sexy short top under the mantle, and it was there that he sighed, but I quickly gathered myself and said, "Look, I have to be with you today, so come here." It is not possible for someone to come and see us at once. I also said, "Look, now the parking lot is empty, and since there is no darkness inside the warehouse, no one can see us. I also quickly pulled out a condom and told Kirmo to sit on the saddle of this engine. There was a scrapping engine in our warehouse and I saw that it was nowhere better than on the saddle of the motorbike. I did not wash it. I got up and kissed her hot body. I rocked for a few minutes until my water came and in short, after being satisfied, we gathered everything and I gave him five thousand tomans and sent him away. By the way, I have a very positive appearance, so that young people think to themselves that I do not have a dick and I can not do it, and I do not belong to these words at all, but they do not know that I have a long and thick dick that feeds everything Ms. Insect. That's why he liked the side of my back very much, and while he was doing it, he was constantly sacrificing my back. This went on until noon, and since I was suffering from a guilty conscience and torment at the crossroads, I knocked on the door again, hoping to find it again and bring it to a warehouse. Ironically, I saw him again at the same telephone booth and pointed to him, "Come, I have a card." After a few minutes, he came and I took him back to the warehouse, and because this time my water came later, he was very happy. Fardash called me again, but because I was busy, I could not bring him and there was no more news about him until our blood was empty for a while. I became your aunt and carefree. Let me tell you from our warehouse that later I put another person there, but I brought the third person to the warehouse, but I could not do it. Even now, I left the warehouse empty and carpeted it so that I could make people more comfortable. Dear ladies, we are invited to visit this warehouse and have a memorable sex to make a reservation from now on.
