Hello, flower friend, this story is completely real, I really do not like to write nonsense and fantasy. I write these events that I say are all completely real. He was single and lived in one of the northern villages, and my family and I lived in a city that was in the same village, and we always went on holidays. My village was 84 at that time. I would stay there, I would go out with my friends, and late at night I would come to my grandfather's house. They all slept together, and I also slept between my aunt and grandmother. I would lie down and move back and forth, and when it was wet, I would put it under the mattress until the morning water would dry, but I was not afraid to touch it.His stomach was a little big, this story continued, and every time I went there, I emptied myself with my body so that he slept on his own, and I pumped a pair of rosaries or shorts. It showed that he was shaking and would not touch me until I went to a wedding one summer night and late at night I got drunk. I saw their blood on the porch. The cucumber was hardened and I became an insect. I quickly went to the room, found some bloody pants and put them on. I came and slept next to her. My grandmother woke up for a moment. Hitting the white ass of my aunt Akram, who had a strange look from your black Torres shorts. She was going crazy. My heart was pounding. Alvandan, the white ass of my aunt, who ate a small piece and I pulled her hand, I put my hand on it again, I soaked my cream, I gently clung to it, and I put my milk on my fleshy and white flesh. When Yahweh's aunt returned, I hurried to sleep. When I saw her, I poured water on her and wiped her with a chador. She slept. We are far away, still when we see each other and kiss each other, my eyes do not look at me and I am embarrassed. Thank you for being patient and reading my story, my dear aunt.
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Date: February 8, 2019
