_Hello
-Hello my son . are you okay. where were you?
I had gone to my mother's grave.
- God bless him. She was a good woman. (Crying)
God bless you. One year, God bless him, he died, you still could not cope with this issue.
- Oh, you do not know what an angel he was. I have not seen anyone like him.
_I say Dad, come and get married again. By God, you die like this. Did you see yourself in the mirror? You became like these dead. It is as if you are a hundred years old.
- What? Let me get a wife. Boy! Did you think he would look like your other mother? Your mother was an angel. Nothing in the world can take his place.
I saw that talking to him was useless. I became careless. I went to the room and got fat with a cigarette and even went to bed. I was thinking about my parents. Truly love means this. It has no boundaries. It was as if their love had passed in time and was taking on an eternal effect. Sometimes I thought that my father was crying because of my mother's death, but well, I thought I saw that it was because he would go to my mother sooner and the two of them could experience their love in a new world. If I had thought otherwise, the subject would have been philosophical to me, and I, who debated philosophically day and night in the university because of my field of study, would not like to waste the rest of my time thinking about unknown things like philosophy. I smoked the ashes of a cigarette in a cigarette holder and moved to the bed. Maybe this would change the course of our minds. I wanted to focus on the university and think about my friends and the beautiful girls at the university. Yes, that was a good idea. Sasan Kamyar Ramin Bahram and… ... I remembered Sara for a moment. She was a cute and beautiful girl. The first semester was very gloomy and he did not answer anything. None (of the boys) left the place. The kids in our class were very proud (whether boys or girls). If they even gave a one percent chance that the other party would not answer, they would not even look at me, they would just step forward and ignore their own hand.
But in the new semester, it was a little better. It's like the university and that open space! (after all, it was better than the alleys and streets) he had opened his ice a little and was dealing with the children with a more open face. Some of the boys came to make friends with him. But he still needed time to accept this new type of communication. Sarah was one of those girls with hijab. I think that his awful behavior in the first semester was because of his religious family. Because I once saw that his father brought him to the university with an expensive car. Hezb Elahi's long beard belonged to him. Well, I remember that he stayed there for about a few minutes to see if someone was bothering him! Will it be his daughter or not? The pretentious girls of the university had a crush on seeing that car and that dad. Maybe the reason for Sara's lack of place in the following days was the same thing. Today, when I saw it up close, it was very different from what I imagined. I always assumed that she was a normal girl who grew up in a religious family, that in order to have a relationship with her, you have to go to her father and propose to her. If everything is in order and her father agrees, then you have to wait until the wedding night. You can talk to him. But today, when he came to me and asked me for a book, he changed my opinion about it. She was a thin girl with a height of about 160 cm and a face as white as snow. It is so white and soft that if you touched it, it would hurt. Red lips (of course, a pale shade that doesn't catch your eye) and a small nose. I put a hand on the nose of my yogurt. It was not comparable. His eyes were indescribable. I can only say its color, which was amber, and under the thick and elongated eyebrows, it had a commanding expression. So that if he said anything at that moment, I would have done it for him. When he spoke, his small teeth came out, but I was invisible to him. Knox didn't know that he was hypnotizing me like this and guiding him as he wanted. His weak and velvety voice is still in my ears:
Excuse me, Mr. Rahmani?
_Yes please?
- Honestly, I wanted that book… ...
Which book?
- There is no lesson. The one you were discussing with Master. I think you have that book. Am I right?
No, it means yes. How to say. I do not know. The hand of a friend. I have to take it back. I will bring it to you whenever I get it back.
Oh, sorry. It is not as easy as what I wanted.
_ نه آسونه. I just have to go and get it back. I will bring it to you every time I take it back. Why do you think it is difficult?
- You do not have that book. It is a rare book. Few people even know him. Today, when I heard his name from your tongue, I was shocked.
Wow, how did he know I didn't have a book? I was very nervous. On the other hand, if I said I had to, I had to bring it, and if I said I did not, I would be a liar.
_No, I'm definitely going to bring it to you (I said this with a heavy nod to realize that I'm upset)
- Excuse me. Like I upset you.
No, it does not matter if you want a book, I will bring it to you. You have nothing else, I have to go.
- Not . It is not transverse. Say hello to the family. Bye.
_goodbye.
He was right that the book was rare. It was a little old. Its subject was philosophical and because no one in Iran listens to such issues, there were not many of them. I myself had searched a few pages of it with difficulty in its internet within a few months of searching various sites. I look for books all evening until evening. Bookstores Shops Galleries and even street booksellers. I have not heard many names. I was just thinking what to say to Sarah. I was desperate. My father opened the door:
- Mehran Baba, you will not have dinner. Open the window too. The smell of cigarettes filled the whole house.
_Okay, go now.
I used to smoke secretly, but since my mother died, I have been careless and smoking at home. Dad didn't say anything.
At the table, my father told me that he wanted to go to Mashhad (we were originally from Mashhad, but because my father had grown up in Tehran as a child and I was born here, I did not want to go to my relatives' house in Mashhad and my father did not go there much). I used to say that my father wanted to go to Mashhad to visit his relatives and to clarify the task of inheritance with his brother. My grandfather died a short distance from my mother, and these two unfortunate events for my father had broken him very much. My grandfather was not much in the bondage of the world, but he had a lot of land that was his family heritage and he also made a lot of money. He also had a plan to build new settlements, which was already amazing. He was talking about travel, and I imagined in my dreams that I was driving home and car in the street with a high-end car. Because my father's financial situation was not very good, I never asked him for anything, but now the situation is getting worse. It was different and our normal life routine was changing. I turned to Baba and said:
Baba, what is our share of the inheritance?
My son, money is not important. A happy heart is important. When you are happy, it is as if you are the richest person on earth. But if you don't like it, it won't hurt you to have the treasure.
This heartache of my father always got on my nerves, even when he was at work, even though he had an important position and it could have been very lucrative for him, but he did not do it. He always said we are a very happy family, boy. Appreciate this Rosary without. When I was a child, my head was not in the book account. Where are your childhood days? What were we thinking then and what are we today?
"No, Dad, I mean we can have a better life." Money may not be important, but it is not.
It is enough to satisfy your heart (my father said this sentence in a special tone as if he wanted to listen to something in private, but I was so thinking of inheritance that I did not even see Babaro's face well.
Cookie clock rusted. I got up at half past one to wash my face and eat soap and go to university. The soap was over. I came to the dressing room to put my hand on the side of my watch.
Hi, my son, you were asleep. I did not want to wake you up. I have to be at the terminal at five o'clock. My ticket belonged to that time last night. I forgot to tell you. Whatever you have, call my uncle Nasser's house there. I ordered my aunt to go there at noon and coordinate with your aunt when you will come and when you will die. I trust you, but you let go of the worries of an old father, Ishala, you will become a father and you will understand what I am saying. Take care. Victim: Dad.
I put the paper there. I laughed. I said to myself: Well, you would buy a pair of phones that you can call me whenever you want. I nodded. I remembered his words: My son, I want a phone, who is calling me, or who is working with me, or something else, who should I call? In all his words, there are waves of love for my mother.
I ran out of the house and went to the university. In the class, my eyes fell on Sarah and I remembered the book. I said to myself what to tell him. Let it go, I said I don't have it, I lied to you that I actually have the grave of the father of that book and Sarah and all the children. The grave of the father of all.
I went and sat at the cup, the number of children was small, only Sara had not come yet, and there were a few boys and girls, not even ten. I greeted them and the last one with Sarah. I was very surprised . Sarah did not say anything about the book. Well what better. We had a class together until noon. I said to myself that now he comes and says did you bring your book? But it seems not. The class ended at noon and we went out. I wanted to save myself from worry, so I let him come out of the class and tell him very clearly and firmly. I lied. In fact, I have never seen that book before. If I told you I lied that I have, now think that I wanted to hit you on the head. I came out and went forward:
Ms. Kazemi, do you have a moment?
- (He raised his eyes and said) Yes, Mr. Rahmani, I always have time for you. Give orders?
Again, in the face of Sarah's amazing eyes, I nodded. It was as if the words were turning their backs on me so that I would not say anything to Sarah. Although I have nothing to say to Sarah. An ordinary selfish, self-satisfied boy who does not care about anyone's feelings. But Sarah is a beautiful and well-mannered girl (at least during this time) and dignified.
_Right of me… .. I… .. I am a book… ..
- You do not have a book.
Yes, I do not have that book. I did not want to lie to you. But let this be at the expense of male pride.
- (Laughter) Men's pride.
You laughed very shamelessly. He does not sing at all with the type of behavior and covering of his chador. You continued:
-it's interesting . Honestly, I did not want to take that book from you. I just wanted to know if you do not have it to give it to you to read it in full. Because I understood from what you said that day that you did not read the book well and only a small part of it.
Wow, what did I want to say to Sarah and how did she behave?
Do you have that book?
- Yes, I am here now. Do you want me to read it? Of course, be careful not to damage this book, it belongs to my father.
What knowledge did he have? Even though she was a girl, she made me feel ashamed. Actually, I have a problem that I should always eat according to my taste. My mentality towards people is always wrong. Finally, I took the book from him and promised to take good care of it. When he left, he said to me:
- Mr. Rahmani, can you give me your number? Maybe my dad asked for the book once. Of course, if possible?
No, it is not a problem. Note zero nine hundred ………………………………
After I gave the number to Sara, I left her and went to my aunt's house. I was thinking about Sara all the way. How could a girl bewitch me like this? I did not count anyone as a person. Even the girls used to be very cautious in front of me, lest they say something that would hurt me, because then I would get nervous and lose my control, and it was not clear what behavior to show. Some people even thought that I had a mental problem and did not pay much attention to me. Of course, except for Sasan. He has been my classmate since I was in fifth grade. In his opinion, I became like this since my mother died. But I can't lie to myself. I was always like this. But I have never done it myself.
I was coming to my empty house. I went to you and ate my lunch there. I was there until evening. At four or five o'clock I left my house empty-handed and went to the store. I bought some food for these few days that my father is not. I did not have much patience for cooking. I went to the house and left the utensils in the refrigerator. It was getting dark. I told him to eat soon and go to bed soon. I went to prepare food when my cell phone rang. The number was unknown:
Yes, please?
Hello, Mr. Rahmani, how are you?
It was Sarah's pleasant voice. I was happier than surprised. To be honest, Sarah was the first girl I talked to so privately. Cologne, I believed that if you hurt a girl, she would abuse you, and there really was no girl in my life. Maybe that was the reason for my aggression at that time. If I had sex with the opposite sex, my situation would definitely be better.
Hello Ms. Kazemi, how are you? Did you have something?
- No, I just called to ask how you are. Didn't I disturb you?
_No, you have the right, dear ones. Is the family good?
- Thank you very much, everyone is fine. Did you really read the book?
Wow book. I had left my book at my aunt's house.
_Yes? Book ? Yes, that means no, I was very busy today, so I couldn't. I will definitely read it.
- Well, I'm tired, I won't bother you anymore. anything else ?
_no thanks . The deceased It is not accidental, God forbid.
-Good bye
I hung up the phone against my will. Honestly, in these few words, he put himself in my heart in such a way that I would like to talk to him until tomorrow morning. I had a new feeling. I, who thought of no one but myself, would like to be here now. I wish he was here and saw how Mehran, a boy whose pride was even higher than Asmona, was sighing for Sarah. The number that was dropped belonged to the house. Definitely their blood number. I quickly dialed the number and wrote the world instead of my name. The size of a world was really in my heart. I laughed at myself. Anyway, that night passed and I fell asleep waiting to see Sarah again and what a dream I did not have.
I had classes at ten o'clock in the morning and I could wake up a little before I left. I cleaned my face and face, emptied my not-so-expensive cologne, emptied my best shirt, waxed my shoes, and ran out of the house.
I saw him at the University of Sasano and went to him:
Hello Sasan
-Hello
_Class has not started?
- Not like it does not form a teacher in the S session and now does not come out. Mansouri was told that the class would not be formed if I did not arrive in twenty minutes.
Wow, how good
-Why ? I have a lot of work to do
Now, what happened, maybe he came to class. Or something else.
- Oh, Jon's ass, it does not matter to me whether I am present or absent.
_you know it
- Of course, it is unlikely to come. I feel like it's not coming. I'm leaving, do you have anything to do?
_No to health.
It's good, I told Sasano to go if Sara comes, I can talk to her without being rude. God, what did you see? Maybe I made him befriend me. After a few minutes, I saw that a sun was rising from the other side of the university. Yes, it was him. My beautiful Sarai. From now on, I knew it as mine. It may not seem beautiful to many, but you see the hair and I see the curls. What do I know, the grass must be sweet to the mouth of a goat and so on. Barvi came forward smiling:
-Hello
_Hello, how are you?
- Thank you very much. You are fine. Hasn't the class started?
_Not like you are sitting. The teacher said that if it was in twenty minutes, not five minutes ago, the class will not start until I come out in a quarter of an hour
- Well, no problem, we will sit here if for another quarter. Of course if you have nothing to do?
_No, please, I'm happy to talk to you.
The TV presenters should have thrown a limp in front of me. I was laughing at my own expression.
- Put these compliments aside Mr. Rahmani, I would like you to talk to me a little more modestly. I don't feel comfortable like this.
Very good to read whatever you want. How old are you really?
- I will be nineteen in a week.
Wow, another week, the deacon's birthday. I have to think of a good gift for you.
- Oh no, I do not want you to bother, I'm not satisfied.
_No, what a hassle if I can compensate you for the book and also for last night. Honestly, I was alone when you called. My father went on a trip and I was alone at home. I was very happy that you called.
- Your father goes with your mother.
I lowered my head and said softly:
_Not
- So your mother was not home last night
_No, my mother, one year... one year...
I don't know what happened, she got makeup
- I upset you. Sorry . I understood . God bless them
you're welcome . I'm sorry I shouldn't have upset you.
We talked for about half an hour. He told me something about himself and his family. I said something in private. The class was not formed. I suggested to Sarah that we go out and have a drink together. He accepted and we went out. Sitting in a coffee shop was a new environment both for me because I did not come to such places and for Sara because of her family culture. The two of us do not like our girlfriends. Everyone thought we were my husband Zeno with cloth pants and a button-down blouse that I wore even the last button. Sarah with a tent. Only when that boy came to bring me did he tell me what your wife wanted. Sarah laughed subtly and I was blushing too.
- Well, Mr. Rahmani, do you have anything to do? I should go home . Do you know that?
Yes I am. Go to Sarah's health …… ..
I was a bit shocked. I jumped out of my mouth, I said Sarah. I was scared to say something at once. But he came back with a laugh:
-Yes ?
"I'm sorry," I said, "Sarah jumped out of my mouth."
- No, there is no problem. I would like you to call me Saddam Mehran. Bye
He left and left me alone. He left but did not know that he had taken me with him. The one who was standing there was just my body. My soul, my heart and all my feelings now belonged to Sarah. The sound of my mobile SMS ringing took me out of that mood. When I read the SMS, it was written that you put your head down and go home. Sara no longer likes Sarah. I would not be lying if I said that there were tears in my eyes at that time. I loved Sarah, the girl who had been able to melt my icy heart in two days. This was the best event of my life after my mother died. Not at all, my mother's death was the worst thing that ever happened to me, and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Maybe now I could understand my father. No other girl was as beautiful to me as Sarah. The old saying is true. The end is wise. I was in love now and I was beginning to understand Pedro's feelings about his mother.
I went home and collected all romantic SMS from the internet and sent them to Sara one by one. But Sarah did not answer. I thought to myself that there must be something to it.
Sarah called me at night:
-Hello
He cried once
Hello Sarah, what's wrong?
- No, you texted so much at noon, my dad became suspicious and took my earphone. It was in your hand that another dune came and when he read it, he slapped me under the ear. Then he threw me in the room and fell on my back with a belt.
Oops . Another mess. I am overdoing my work so much that sometimes I even become infertile.
Sarah, I'm sorry. I did not know it would be like this at all. What happened next?
- I'm not upset about myself. I found your number on my mobile phone. I am terrified . You know, my dad has friends and acquaintances everywhere. Even if it does not have it, using its influence, it can catch your blood address in less than a week. What do you want to do now?
Cold sweat settled on my body. Come and fix it. It's not more than a day since we met the people's daughter. The world needs to understand what we did wrong. I could not speak anymore
_I do not know . what do we do ?
Once the doorbell rang. I said goodbye to Sarah and told her I would call you later. I went to the door. There was an officer at the door. My eyes fell on the officer and I fell to the ground involuntarily.
Mamoreh picked me up and said:
-Did something happen ?
_No, is it okay to order?
Excuse me, is Mr. Saeedi's house here?
I am relieved.
No, this house is next door.
-Thanks a lot . You really had a problem, you fell to the ground once.
_Not . You know, I said that my father is traveling, there must have been a problem for him.
-آها. So you were worried about your father. Well, do not let your hands hurt with permission.
Please, Captain
I closed the door, came to you and took a deep breath. But the thought of Sarah's father did not calm me down for a moment. I did not know what to do.
اوس کریم…. To give us a brush …………
I went in and put a few eggs in the pan. Sara, where do you see what Mehran Jont eats for dinner? After dinner, I went to sleep, but if Sarah's father thought, I would close my eyes.
I woke up early in the morning with the sound of a bell. I washed my hands and ran out of the house without eating soap. On the way to a dam, I was thinking last night: now put a few security guards at the end of the university. It also reads the end of the class and all the identification documents. Oh what thoughts. The new phase of my acquaintance with Sarah Cologne was disrupted. Actually, if it's a crime, I love it, my dad can never eat it. Who am I that I am not afraid of.
When I got to the university, I shivered around timidly. There is no news that the city is safe in Amno. I went to class. Being everyone except Sarah. Something was bothering me. I did not feel bad, but it seems that good news is not waiting for me. I used to say to myself that if the agents were fired, you, led by Sarah's father, would take me out of the university with humiliation. Wow, what if my father understands. But I had another dream. The class was over and I went home.
I had no lunch, I did not have the patience to cook. I went to my room and turned on my computer, I went to the internet and browsed a sexy site. At the very least, it made me think of Sarah's father. I cut a pack of cigarettes in half an hour. I feel the smell of cigarettes myself.
I was getting hungry. This is because of the consequences of the Internet, the stomach growling was taking on a symphonic rhythm. I said to myself, go ahead and think that bread is water melon. I am ready to go out. There was nothing to fix at home. Go away, dad, I'm going out to eat something. When I came, my mobile phone rang. It was Sarah's number. Instinctively, I looked here and there. The situation was white. I answered with concern:
Hello?
-Hello (crying)
Sarah's voice was crying.
Hello, what happened? Did Babat find my address?
- No, he leaves the house in the morning and crashes into a truck. He is currently hospitalized in the ICU. I have not regained consciousness yet.
_Kamina hit himself?
Not to his car. There is almost nothing left of the car.
A few questions from me and some answers from Sara were the result of our conversations. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. I am no longer threatened by Sarah's father, but Sarah herself was upset about her father. I thought to myself that my happiness must be very selfish. After all, whatever happens is his father. At that time, whatever I do, I have to accept his father.
"Well, Sarah, what do you want to do now?"
-I do not know . I feel very homesick. Did you really say that my father is gone, can I travel?
Unconsciously, I lost my hand. Evil thoughts were swirling in my being. Of course, the rhythm of my heartbeat also changed and it ate a faster meal.
_I am at your service from God, but your family….?
- No, be comfortable about them. Of course, if I do not bother?
No, Dad, what a nuisance. You do not know our house. Write down the address. Street……
- I took notes. Who is there?
I'm there for another hour. Bye
I went and made a sandwich and a sandwich and half an hour before that I went to the appointment. I took out a cigarette and wanted to turn on someone behind me. I came back . It was Sarah:
_Hello, when did you come?
-Hello, a quarter here.
Her whole face was wet with tears. Her beautiful eyes were red and red. I had nothing to say. Soon I got in the car and we went home.
We went to you. Sarah threw herself into my arms and started crying. I did not want to comfort her with nonsense. I let her relax lightly in my arms. The front of my shirt was very wet. Sarah cries are over, I took her soon and did not put her on the sofa:
Sit down and let me get you a drink.
-Thanks.
I went to the house cook. Part of luck. I should have thought about it when I was out. The only drink available was empty water. I wanted to make lemonade, but I remembered my father's homemade wine. My father made his own wine. He was pouring so much honey on his throat when he ate it. I came to the hall:
_Sara? do you drink wine
-you have?
_Yeah . My father made it himself.
- Bring it very well.
I went to get I was surprised for a moment. How does a tent girl in a religious family deal with this issue so easily? I did not come to the door. I went there with two glasses of alcohol and a piece of fruit.
Sara, put on your cloak. Be comfortable and think that you are at home.
- No, thank you, I'm comfortable.
Are you complimenting?
- Not very good.
He went to his tent. I was looking. He took off his cloak and wore a tight man's dress with a black skirt and pants and a pair of thick black socks. He was also wearing a brown scarf, which he took off and put in his bag. He turned to me and said:
- I am allowed to go to the room and take off my pants. The weather is very hot.
_Please your home. I said relax.
Went to the room. Your heart was not my heart. I was wondering what to do if he came out now with a shirt and corset. An inner voice that I think the devil was inside me shouted: Jon's ass is peeled, peeled, bloody, straight, you are sitting like this, who are you writing a poem about? Pashoo that if this hand fell on his family, he would make two holes together. The angel inside me was also trying: Do not let his son take refuge in you, God does not like you to do this to him. How this one talks like my dad. I was thinking the same thing, once Sara came out very normal. He was just taking off his pants. His socks were so thick that they even covered the part where the leggings were thick. Her skirt was a bit lower than her knees. He came forward and took off the men's clothes. He was wearing a loose floral T-shirt:
You will not suffocate under all these clothes.
- No, Dad, in winter you have to take care of yourself. You know, I was afraid of injections as a child. We also have a family doctor who gives me an injection every time I get sick. The interesting thing is that I will get well soon.
Yes, there are some things that hurt at first, but then one realizes that it is good.
Sarah shook her head with a special expression and said with a purposeful tone:
What, for example?
Like this ampule.
Ran under the laughter. He brought his glass forward and I poured him some wine. He ate a heart until the end:
- Very good. Much better than the ones they give to my dad.
Little by little, my hair was falling out. Daddy Hezbollah's this drink?
_Bo empty. I saw your father. He does not come to her.
- Where did you see him? They take his opium from the border. Privately. He says that those who sell opium in the city sell one kilo of opium with ten kilos. I don't know what they mix it with. Because they never see anything original, they do not care how wide they are.
Wow, who else is this? How does he know all the culprits of this? His father is an opium addict who is no more than a child. We did not understand. We went up to the second glass of wine. His head was warming, as if it had come out of his father's mind. me too . I smoked a cigarette. He told me to give him one. You were not there then. I gave him one. I took him to the bathroom and applied a blue spray on his face. It got better:
_You are not a smoker, how did you say smoke? Did you see I'm not paying attention, did you want …………?
- Well what? What did I do? I had heard that it sticks after smoking.
_Yes, but do you know that you might lose your control and then you do things that you don't normally do?
-like what?
_you know it.
- What do I know?
_Don't beat yourself up. You know what I'm talking about.
- No, I would like to hear from you.
_Well, once you saw the devil, you went to my skin and then ……………
- What then?
...................
I lowered my head. He took Chunmo by the hand, lifted him up and took a lip from me:
-I love . I love you honey.
My lips are motionless. I did not have my hands and feet. I could not move them as if I weighed a thousand kilos. The movement of Maryam's lips on my lips and its excessive heat had excited me. I did not like her lips. He was saying this at the same moment that he was biting his lip. I did not know what to do. I was repeating the same movements, it was symmetrical. He would open his mouth and I would open my mouth, he would close and I would close. He put on his lip and said:
- Whatever I do, do not do it. Haven't you touched your lips yet?
_Not . Did you get it?
- Yes, Dad. Now let me show you.
I did not understand what he was saying at all. I mean, I heard him say yes and Lee didn't seem to care. My head was warm and nothing mattered to me except the moment I was there. (Booty tail)
With Sarah's guidance, I was starting to walk. After kissing for about a quarter of an hour, Sarah said enough, let's get down to business. I followed him with hesitation. He went to my room and collapsed on the bed.
- Mehran …… .. Come and kiss me.
He said my name in a way, I immediately got angry. I went to him. I gave her a skirt. His socks were up to his knees. I did not want to see him at once. I wanted to reach the top little by little. I grabbed one of his socks and slowly lowered it. The white skin was slowly falling out. It was not a pity that he was imprisoned under this rough sock. When I reached the heel, a shiver fell on my body. The heel was pink. I missed my heel. A groove had just fallen into it. The way you could pick it up from the ground with a spoonful of cucumber or something. This is how he imagines what the end of Ron and Kash should be like. I took off my socks. A beautiful white foot. Being a thief with fingers in a line. None of his fingers were taller or shorter than the other. Have a special order. I would like to spray a tongue. I did this too. It was a salty meal. I raised my head and saw that he was watching:
_Am I allowed to use another language?
- No, first take the other one and then kill both of them.
I did this immediately. I didn't want to go to his feet too much, I came up and put his T-shirt on his face. I could work better now. I was kind of when he watched. I was embarrassed. It was interesting to me. He did not move. Now her crystal chest was open, just a crest of her small nipple veil. I saved them from the cruelty of the oppressor. It was very beautiful with a pink tip. I pulled one hand to her nipple and my hand was shaking. At that moment, I couldn't believe it, as if I was dreaming. At one point, he took off his T-shirt. I quickly gathered myself and withdrew my hand. He took my hand with a laugh and put it on his chest:
- I want your hands to always be here. I always like to be under you and you touch my body. I have had sex with anyone I have ever met without any introduction.
I got up from the method once.
What? Have you had sex before? So why do you say that now? I wanted you for the future, but you read all my feelings.
I angrily left the room in the hall and lit a cigarette. I could not believe how this girl could play with my feelings like this. He has no such right. My dad was right. I was smoking my cigarette with a certain greed. Sarah came out. He was also wearing his T-shirt. He came and sat next to me.
-U know
Don't talk. what you want to say ? Do you want to tell me about the freedom and equal rights of men and women?
- No, I want to tell you about your rape at the age of twelve. By whom? my cousin.
_Aren't you serious?
I don't care if you believe it or not. At that time, the boy was nineteen years old, I don't know what grade I was in middle school. I don't remember now. I was at school and a public boy followed me. He told me that my parents are there and I agreed to send me to follow you and I went with him. I arrived home and we went to you. I realized that no one is home. I couldn't believe that a common man would do that to me. After he did that, he took me to our door. And he left himself. My mood was bad for a week. Little by little, my mother began to doubt me. One day my mother called the family doctor. When he came, I realized that the doctor had come for me. After insisting that I don't want to be examined, my mother forced me to sleep and the doctor started to examine me and everything was fine. My mother did not believe it. He just hit me and said tell me who it was so I can go burn his father. I didn't say anything until the doctor left. When the doctor left, I told the whole story to my mother. For a moment, my mother changed XNUMX degrees and told me. Look, what happened to my daughter, we can't do anything now. Just let your father not understand. I listened to him and my father did not understand anything.
There was a hatred in his throat when he spoke. I was very upset. Baba, these are the religions and all these claims can be made like this, God bless the rest سه
_ were you saying
With a little sob he started again:
- You do not know what I suffered during that time. My mental state was very disturbed, physically, because I had not reached full growth, I suffered a lot. But all this is one side and what completely destroyed me is one side
Cry Amunshu. I picked it up, took it to you and did not put it on the sofa. I poured some alcohol on her and lit a cigarette and handed it to her. Her hand was clearly shaking and this was a sign of Sarah's deep pain. I would love to know what has made Sarah so upset.
- Come on, Sarah, keep your cool. ……… Now go on …!
-What to say . Where can I say. Oh, if anything can be said. ………. At that time, my trust was taken away from everyone and the only person who understood me and knew about the story was my mother and the existence of my mother and that I could feel sorry for her and be able to bear the burden of this great sorrow. Rosa was going like this and I was getting better and better nervously until …… .. until that day… that day…
He exploded in anger again. Maybe he shed two or three liters of tears in this quarter. The paper towel was finished. I went and got a clean towel.
_If you can not continue. I do not insist.
- No, I want to say that maybe I will lose weight like this. I was saying... that day, almost a year had passed since that incident. I got up early in the morning and went to school. But the school was closed due to the death of one of the teachers. I wanted to come home, some of my friends told me: You want to go home right now. Donkey Jun will not get stuck in these situations anymore. Let's go patrolling. I didn't mind myself, so I went with them. Maybe it was the first time that we were walking by myself that morning alone and without being disturbed. Like me, my friends have religious families and Hezb Elahi, and we all experienced almost the same feeling. It was around XNUMX or XNUMX:XNUMX in the morning, we parted and went home. I arrived at the door. I was very surprised when the door was open. Because my father was very strict about the door. I said maybe something happened and I went there with fear and trembling. Strange sounds are coming from my mother's room. Hearing the voices, a new feeling was rising in me. At that time, it was the peak of my sexual maturity, a thirteen or fourteen year old girl. I said to myself, surely the parents are going crazy. At first I said to leave them alone, but this damn curiosity wouldn't leave. I look at them with fear and trembling. I went to the door several times and came back. Finally, I went to the sea and opened the door very slowly, I saw my father sleeping and my mother jumping up and down on her ass. They were so engrossed in sex that they might even recognize each other by force. Wanting to change the position of the body, when my mother got up and my father started.... What was I seeing? The one I thought was my father until then was not my father. Do you know who it was?
I do not know. who was it?
- The same cousin of Na people. He had fallen out with my mother after all. Of course, I was not upset with him. Because when someone doesn't show mercy to a twelve-year-old girl, they will not show mercy to a married woman either. She might even send her own wife after her. My sadness was because of my mother. At that moment, I realized why when I told my mother that my cousin's aggressor calmed down and tolerated me. Don't tell me my foot is stuck. Probably, if my dad found out, it would be very expensive for him. Of course, later I realized that my father is not blameless either. I told the story of that day to my mother and said that I saw something with you. He was okay with it at first, but then he said that when my daughter gets married, she needs sex more than before. When I got married to your father, it was good at first for a few years, but when she started smoking opium, my life turned dark. It was good at first. Because when he was sucking, his back would get tight and our sex would last for an hour or more, and I would be satisfied in such a way that I would not even think about sex for a few years, but after a few years, when he became infected, his penis would be forced up, and I was the stone of love at the beginning. And I would hold a lover in my chest and not bring it to myself, but could it be possible? You can't stop this damn feeling. My mother's words were endless. He had talked to me so openly that he had taken away the power of expression. Of course, at that age, I took my father's side and said that you shouldn't have cheated, and my mother replied that it was your father who cheated by smoking opium, which has now turned into syrup or maybe even heroin. I didn't know which one to trust. This issue caused me to lose my trust in everyone. Mehran!! You may not believe it, but I had lost my faith in God a couple of years ago. Maybe if I didn't get accepted to the university, I would have the same feeling now.
That was why you were so upset when you came to the first semester of university.
He said with a laugh.
- I mean, the reason why no one talked to me was this. I thought that there must be something wrong with my appearance that no one would notice.
I laughed once. But quickly my laughter gave way to a long thought I had in Sarah. His life was much more adventurous and turbulent than that of me, who was two years older than him. I ate him and saw that he needed love now. She had very straight and soft hair, just like silk. At that moment, I did not have any bad sexual feelings about it. I thought in this moment he took refuge in me and reaped the cowardice that I was only thinking of myself. But he was in another world, he raised his head and said to me:
- I'm sorry I upset you. I apologize for the future, I do not deserve to marry you. I do not intend to impose myself on you or to promise you. Even now, however, I would like you to hug me lovingly and water me with the feelings of an envelope. Do you do this for this suffering girl?
I did not know what to answer. I consulted my conscience and the answer was favorable. The devilish part said: "The meat has come to the pot, you don't want to cook it." And the spiritual part said: "Breaking a heart is not an art until you are able to."
Sarah Joon, I'm completely at your disposal today. Do whatever you want with me.
Sarah raised her head with a small smile and took a romantic look. This one was very different from the one that had just arrived. Or maybe it was because we were closer now. After a little bit of lipstick, she asked me to take off all her clothes and make her body cute. I started working slowly. His body was hot from drinking hot alcohol. I took off the t-shirt that was tense and put it on my face and sniffed deeply. Now I could tell you what drunk tastes like. I also took off her corset and held her tender breasts in my hands. Not too big. So that each of them was forced into my hands. I rubbed her breasts and nipples. First, I tapped the tip of her nipple with my tongue. You could see this in his eyes now and his clenched nipples. I was slowly cracking. Of course, it was very painful under the pants. I came down and saw that one of his socks was still cracked. I took it out calmly. I pushed her skirt up very slowly. One moved himself to increase my access to who and where. He asked me to take off his skirt. I did this against my will. Now Sarah was sitting on the sofa in front of me with a big loose shirt. It was funny, but I was not in the laughing phase at the time. See the limbs and white .. Very white Sarah had taken me to Asmona. Sarah took my hand very gently and put it inside her shirt. My hand hit a volume of hot and wet meat. Now I understand that if you touch someone first and then see him, he will feel better until you see him first and then touch him. I moved one hand in his shirt. Sarah's voice came. With the movement of my hand, Sarah was also moving. My hand was getting wet over time. It spread to the extent that it was on his shirt. If I had continued one more time, he might have rinsed the sofa as well. I reached out and grabbed the edges of his shirt and pulled it down. I was shocked to see Sarah. It was very different from the ones I saw in the movie. It was tempting to be tempting. With the stimulation of my hand, of course, it was a little wet, swollen and red, which made it more beautiful. Only the large edges of the cassava were visible. That is, when you looked at it, only one line was clear and nothing else. I reached out and opened the edges a bit. Unger was talking to me. His clitoris was now found. For the first time, I watched someone closely and live and live. It was an interesting experience. I was tempted and stuck a small tongue in the tip of her clitoris. It was a little hard but it was very cool. Rome was open and I was craving it. I saw clear water coming out of it. I said take a test. Nothing bad comes out of this beauty. I put my tongue in front of her vagina and bit like a dog. A thick liquid went into my mouth. For a moment I felt like I was eating cooked jelly. It was warm and slimy and sweet. It did not taste very special to me. Maybe because it was Sarah, I continued to eat it. Gradually, Sarah's movements became faster. He held his head tightly and clung to it. I had no place to breathe. The pressure that was applied to my head with the inside of his head remained. After about twenty or thirty seconds, he was satisfied and stopped moving. She had a very strong orgasm. It might have been two or three minutes since her orgasm, but she was still sensitive. So that when I touch it, it eats a complete jolt that covers its whole body. Slowly he returned to normal and raised his head and came forward and bit his lip. He bit his lip so deeply that I felt his sucking water come out of my mouth and he went into his own mouth. This last lip was getting very long.
- Well, now it's my turn. Where do I start sir?
He said this in a way that reminded one of the Middle Ages. I threw myself on the ground and pointed to him to do the same thing I did to him. Oh God, what did he mean to do? The worm was half asleep, but imagining the moment when the worm was ruling in Sara's mouth, or Rome was asleep and someone was stuck to the worm, I was completely angry and put myself in Sara's small and kind hands….
I was asleep watching Sarah. Lust erupts in his eyes. His eyes were bulging out of the bowl. Fear overwhelmed me. His eyes were out of that innocent state. Like a lion or a greedy tiger that wants to come and eat its prey. He came slowly to me and opened the buttons of my clothes. There was nothing under it. The touch of my hand on my hairy chest made it itch, but it was very cool. I would like to continue. The repetition was delicious. The touch of the hand on the chest causes itching, and when they eat, it both relieves the itching sensation and makes it itch again. It was an interesting state. I was making new discoveries about myself and my body. Fatigue had been leaving my body for several years. It was as if I had just been born to a mother. I felt light. I did not know if Sarah knew about me or not. I looked at him. I did not catch anything special. At least it showed. that's better . He reads with my conservative ethics. Clooney pulled my dress away from my body and went down towards me. The pants were still on and I was wearing shorts. He pulled the cream off my pants. The worm was in standby mode. Maybe it's so carefree because of Sarah's massage. But with those little hands, Sarah acted like a crusher. He also had the latest version, he lifted my pants in a few seconds like the hydraulic jacks that lift a truck. It was so strong that as I went up one of my pants came down. I felt that it was a few centimeters longer and a little more in diameter. Of course, maybe it was because of the support that was given to me by the pants without any eyes. He also took the cream by the pants. The smallness of his hand prevented the whole cream from holding in his hand. He raised his head and looked at me and smiled a little. Unconsciously I sighed. He took my pants off my feet patiently. The worm was so tight and the shorts were so high that you could see Khaye Hamo in her arms. What am I saying? Khaye Ham was hanging from the extreme heat and protruding from the side of his shirt. The good thing was that I had just come out of the bathroom and my body was completely odorless. I felt cool for a while. This coolness took my breath away and boosted my self-confidence. Of course, the coolness belonged to Sarah's saliva, which was on the egg and was now dying on the egg. What an amazing cooling system. Now it was my turn. He took off his shirt. My eye fell on the light. For a few seconds I felt the worm grow another two or three inches. Maybe it was because he had his eye on Sarah. My baby. She was so excited that she burst into tears and spilled eggs. Sarah grabbed us by the tip of her tongue without noticing it and took it in her hand. Now everything depended on Sarah's efforts. He overturned Kirmo and gently bit his tongue. The worm in his hand tightened a little and made an upward movement. He repeated this several times. Then he raised his head and put his head in his mouth. The story continued and the range of motion gradually increased. Now, with each sucking, half of it went into his mouth. Once the devil went in my skin and when he wanted to put it in his mouth, I also raised a small part of my waist. The worm hit Sarah hard in the back of the throat. Sarah quickly cleared her throat and began to cough. I was very sorry for my work. I went to him and wanted to help him. He refused to help me. I was upset but I did not bring it on myself. I went quickly and got a glass of water from the house chef. I gave him water and he got better at first, but his eyes were red.
_Sara Sarah I apologize. I did not know what I was doing. Take into account the induction. I was not in a normal state either.
-no problem . It happens again. But you have to be punished so that you don't do these mischiefs again (laughs)
I accept any punishment.
Any punishment?
_Yeah.
-Good . What should I do?… ..! Oh. I will not kiss you anymore and I will not let you kiss me. I just caress you.
_How did this become two punishments?
-You'r right. Well, since you are a good boy, remove one of them to your bed.
_Good . You asked me for a hard job. For now, give me a sack so I can think about it, and then I'll tell you which one I'll delete.
-Ah .. Excuse me, do you not want anything else? Do not praise God?
_Not . What I said is enough.
- Don't pass… ..
I nodded a little embarrassed. I raised my head and told him in a soft and broken voice
I apologize if I upset you. It really happened once. I did not want it to be like this. Do you love me again?
Sarah looked at me in surprise and threw herself into my arms and cried with hatred.
- Mehran Joon, God, do not talk to me like this. JN I am in your hands now. If you want to kill me, take me, but do not talk to me like this. Oh dear, I would like to be in your arms for the rest of my life and die in your arms. If I told you, I have never lied in my life as much as you have loved me for these few hours (. (Crying)
Sarah Joon, do not cry, God, I can not stand your tears. I'm getting makeup too. If you like Mehrano, do not cry. (Cry)
-OK . Because you want me to stop crying, come and wipe your tears. laugh . These moments are much more valuable than what we want to mourn. come dear . give me a hug .
Sarah's words calmed me like water on fire. I threw myself into her arms and put my head in her soft and loving breasts. She was stroking my hair and involuntarily pulled my hand. It was still hot. I got up to see her closely. What a beautiful design she had. I could not get enough of watching him. Even if I said I did not want to do it then, I did not lie. God, it's not a pity for you to have this thick and ruthless dick in that stylish person and get rid of it. But what can be done when the amp goes up and there is no feeling other than tearing and tearing in your being. Perhaps if it were not for this insect, the human race would have advanced a long time ago. I offer you God that you did not create anything without wisdom. Now let everyone say what thanks to God. This is how I thank my God. Maybe this sex situation brings me closer to God. Of course you should not go to the mosque.
Wow sorry dear readers. This was supposed to be a sexy story. We went back to the pulpit. Oh how I hate preaching. where were we …. آها ……
I was looking at him like that. He raised his waist a bit as a sign that I would eat for him. I had the opportunity again to eat Sarah's cute and small and puffy body. It seems that this time was sweeter than the last time, but there was still some water left. The friend will be more thirsty this time. I was licking someone like an ice cream cone. Little by little, he was sighing and the rhythm of his breathing became faster. His body movements had increased and his body was gradually getting wet and dripping. I was babbling without stopping and sloshing water in my mouth. He was getting satisfied little by little. This time it took a little longer. But finally it was satisfied. I came up from him and pulled myself together and took a kiss from him. This time, I had placed my feet to kiss her lips. During kissing, Kiram was touching Sara's knee with special skill. It's like he wanted to reach a place. Sara was sitting and I was Rosh. I squirted and adjusted myself so that my dick was in front of his mouth. Sara immediately started to sob. This time he sucked better and because of the good condition of both of us, more of my milk went into his mouth. After a minute or two, I felt my water coming. I removed my cream from her mouth and lifted Sara up and took a bite of her lips to get out of my orgasm and relax more. I suggested to Sarah that we go to the bathroom. She agreed. The bathroom would be better, no traces of the crime would remain in the house. We went to the bathroom and Sara lay down on the bathroom floor. I slept quietly and stuck my whole body to his body. Now it was time to do the basic work. I slowly took my cream to her pussy and rubbed it. His body was dry. I spat first. I slowly put it in his hole and slowly inserted it. It was hot and humid inside. Even though it was open, it was very tight, so that my head had not entered yet, and it was pulling itself back. This time, I held her waist with both hands and guided my cock forward millimeter by millimeter. When it went to my head, it went two or three centimeters. I think it was because of the slimy mucus. Of course, it was accompanied by pain. Of course, for Sarah, because she let out a purple scream, and because we were in the bathroom, the echo of her voice echoed like that for a few seconds. Sara's lustful voice made me crazy, I lost my control and this time I swallowed halfway. Sarah may have taken a step back while sleeping. But this time was better than the first time. Of course, the first time it was Sir Kirem's fault. Because the head of my cream was thicker and bigger than the other parts, and ninety percent of the work was done when the cream was inserted. I took out the cream until its head remained in it and put it in again. This time it went further. Sarah's pain was over and I was pumping with ease. Of course, it didn't last long, because suddenly I felt that my life was going out of my head. By the time I came to pull out, a few drops poured into her pussy and the rest of my water came out with great pressure. I was so scared . I said to Sarah:
We became poor. I was not paying attention, my water spilled into the toilet.
Sarah answered calmly and lovingly:
- Don't be sad, my dear, I take pills.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Sara's tone was such that Kiram was not sleeping. I took a look at Sara and her swollen pussy. My cum was sticking out of her pussy and it had created a lustful scene. I did it like this for about three or four minutes. I told him to change your position, I want you to come back. He told me ok, just don't fuck me. I also instinctively hate cunts because I thought that someone who does cunts is gay. But when he came back, my opinion completely changed. Wow, what did he do? Unfortunately, I had not seen such a beautiful woman in these one or two hours and I had not understood this heavenly blessing. I put my dick very slowly in her back. But I could not take my eyes off him for a moment. It wasn't very big, but its whiteness and blackness was really swallowing me. If it was possible, maybe I would throw myself in his cage and imprison myself there. Don't say the hole anymore. Pale and tight brown. I could see that hole that I had was forced to tolerate my finger, now what about my blood-sucking dick. I was searching for a way to beat Sarah's mind in the relevant Makhila. But nothing came to my mind. My pumping had already taken Sarah off. I pulled my cock out and said to him:
_I want to do it in your account.
- No, God, I have never fucked you, it hurts. Doesn't anyone fill you up?
Why? But if you were in my place, you would not go through such a situation. I wish you were in my place now and saw Conto? If you have conquered another person, at least let us be your conquerors.
-But…………………
_No more. With your permission we went to you.
- No, wait. Apply a cream or something else that is soft. This is how my father gets dry.
He had chosen the best option himself. Cream. I soon jumped out of the bathroom into the room and grabbed the hand and face cream and came back. When I entered the bathroom, I was stoning to see the scene that Sarah had made. Kunshu had given up and he had turned to the door where I was, and when he came in, he came back and stood like that. Hey Playboy photographers. Come here and see, do you have such a scene in that big tail and device?
I saw that if I waited one more time, the worm would come out of your skin. I rubbed the cream first. It turned completely white. How beautiful it was. Now it was me and Kun Bakr Sara. I put the tail hole very slowly and pressed it slowly. Sarah also helped and pushed herself back. But the worm did not go in. It was useless. A thought occurred to me. I creamed my little finger and put it in the corner, it hurt a lot and he threw himself forward. Wow, what would happen if Kirim came in once?
- A little slower. What are you doing?
_Nothing, Dad, this little finger is new.
I put my finger back and forth in the corner hole. I took it out and this time I sent your index finger to you. The corner was slowly softening. I moved my finger in different directions. It was ready. I took out my finger and creamed my back again and put it in the corner hole. I pushed first. The hole was opening, but it had not been opened enough for me to go. I told Sarah to be ready, I want to send you once and I told her to relax. I did not want to taste it like the time he was sucking on me. Sarah relaxed herself completely. I also grabbed her waist and did not go forward and once I put her head in the corner.
He sighed almost silently. I think he was breathing hard. I stood in the same position for a few seconds. I did not dare to move. Gradually it got better and the muscles of the buttocks began to contract. I plunged another one and slowly pulled back. Slowly I increased the pumping range. But Sarah was still in pain. And moaned. I could feel the heat in the middle of the work, but my heart was pounding. Once the whole worm covered the mucus of the corner so that it stopped moving and once dropped it into the sea of the corner. This rhythm lasted for several minutes. Sarah had stopped moaning. As if he did not hate me. Now Sarah was with me and she was moving back and forth with me at the same time. It was time for me to come. I was counting the moments to spray my cream on Sarah's thought, the thought of that moment encouraged me to have another sex. I passed Kirmo through the corner and poured water into the corner with a few caresses. Contrary to my expectations, it was not much. The first time I had a lot of water and I had little reserve. I wanted to do it again but I was very tired. I was pissed. I told Sarah to get up, I want to drink. He said I'm pissed too. A thought occurred to me and I told him to sit next to each other and he accepted. I lifted Sarah so that her pussy was on my stomach and the worm was between her legs. I put my lip on her lip and she rubbed my belly and pussy while licking.
Sarah's pussy was hot, hot, hot. ………………..
I gave my lips to Sarah. He laughed as he bit his lip and kept pissing. He later told me that the moment you hugged me was the only moment in his life when he felt safe. After our game was over, I opened the shower and washed Sarah under it. When my job was done, it was Sarah's turn. I was lying on the bathroom floor and Sara came with a towel and pulled my whole body with a towel. I was clouded. It was as if I was being reloaded. With each hand you touched my body, I felt strips of energy spreading through my body and throughout my body.
The dream bath was over and we came out. Sarah went to the house cook:
- Is there anything to eat?
_come here . I will come now, I will put something together and eat.
- Very well, you are tired, if there is something, tell me, I will fix it. You rest.
We only have eggs. Bring a few drops in a frying pan to eat. Of course I apologize. You are in trouble.
- Oh, how we got into trouble. (Laughter)
The sound of his laughter came from inside the hall. He was right. I needed a lot of rest. I lay down on the sofa and closed my eyes slowly. I was thinking about today's events. Sarah's sex was clear. A new sense of insect type. Although I had experienced my first sex and lost a lot of energy, I wanted to have sex again. Right now. In the meantime, he took my hot and soft hands and Sarah's sweet and wet lips invited me to open my eyes. I got up and saw the food ready on the table. Sarah's cooking should be edible. It was the same. I do not know if there is something in it that I do not know. Anyway, lunch was served in Sarah's presence. It was my first time eating lunch in a shirt. Sarah wasn't too tense either. He was wearing a T-shirt and a shirt that looked more like shorts. Lunch was very quiet and ended without a word. Of course, I was always between Sarah's legs. The place where it was threaded was a bit darker than the rest. Her pussy was out of the puffy state we had in sex, but she still looked like a little nectarine. For a moment I wanted to see Sarah follow me, or when I looked at her I saw them chasing me. Of course, Kiram was even more angry when he saw Sara's defenseless and oppressed person. What a desirable telepathy. We both wanted something. I laughed:
- What are you laughing at, Mehran?
_To your person. To my dick. To both of you.
Sara looked at me with surprise. I slowly threw my cream out of my shirt so that he could see it. He did not hesitate and tore the place where his shirt was worn. He liked to wear his shirt on the side, but his genitals were out. Sara was at her best. He spread his legs apart. His line opened up. Kirem sighed. Lunch was over and I spent the entire meal looking at Sara. For a moment, I felt like I was eating fried eggs instead of eggs. Of course, Sarah's feelings should also be considered. My dick was probably like a delicious German sausage in his mind. He wanted to collect the food, but I didn't leave it, and I collected it myself. Like Sarah, my guest. I took the food and brought the liquor again. This time Sara was a barmaid and she was serving me. I put my head on his feet and he poured alcohol on me. I got up and lay down on my stomach in front of Sarah and drank my drink:
Sarah, I want to look at you. I can't get enough of watching it.
- Oh Mehran Joon, what is this talk and everything is yours, come forward
Vasara opened his legs completely and I sat in the middle of his legs. My face was twenty centimeters away from his. I could do the necessary checks accurately. He gave me another pike and I went up to save him and his body. Now that his legs were fully open, I could see the small edges of his body that were loose in the middle of his body. Her vaginal hole and urine hole were found at a very short distance from each other. There was a clear liquid from her vagina, which was stuck in her body like a pearl without moving. I slowly moved my little finger forward and touched it like when I dip my finger in honey or yogurt and carefully took it and ate it as a taste. He used to drink a lot. Sara was nervous, maybe it was because of my hot breath that I breathed at a short distance from her. Anyway, he had done his job. I looked at Sarah. His look was pleading. I noticed Sara and moved my head forward and gave her a lick and she sighed. He was also drunk. He had stepped on my feet and had no control over himself. I told him, Sarah, don't be late. He replied:
-do not worry . I told my mother that I am going to one of my friends and I will come at night. He didn't say who his friend is. Maybe he knows it's a boy, but he wanted to pay his respects to me somehow. Now let it go, hurry up, I'm dying.
His tone had also changed. Alcohol had left its full effect. I ate it for a while and then came back and ate a few pike full of mortar so that I could do the same as Sara. I said he is not dead, he is drunk and I am sober.
I'm having sex again. I put my tongue in front of her like a spoon and pushed everything that came out of her into my mouth. Sometimes I even felt a salty taste. It was as if he had lost control of his urine and had frequent urination. I told myself not to mess up the sofa and make everyone pissed, I hugged him and took him to the house cook. At least it can be washed there. I wanted to kiss her again with my lips, but she prevented me from being seated, and Kirmo took her hand and began to suck. The warm mouth and the wonderful sucking increased the size of my back. It was as if the cream had tasted good for him because his saliva had run out and he was pouring cream and chairs over the cream. It was good. We came to the kitchen. After sucking a little, he got tired and played slowly with the worm. He did it fast and took a deep breath. I picked him up and put him to sleep on the kitchen table, and I put his back on his cock and gently licked him. You were screaming:
- God bless you, I'm dying. I want you as a person خدا God…. Do you ج You's whoever you love… I… من
I could not stand Sarah's pleas anymore and I did it all at once. She was so slippery that she went to the bottom without any power. There was no place for Vala Khaye Hamm. When she reached the bottom, Sarah sighed and at the same time I felt like she was pouring a hot liquid on me. The fluid was inside her vagina, which came out of the insect and spilled on my face. I felt that everything that came out of you was mine and I had to eat it. I quickly removed my back and knelt in front of her. I moved my tongue forward and rubbed her with my finger, which a white liquid came out of her just like porridge. It was very little, but for me it was a prescription that strengthened me. I snapped and this time I hit Sara harder. Alcohol made my water come too late and it was taking me a long time to pump. Sarah raised her head and said:
- Mehran Joon, God has closed you. It hurts a lot
"Well, what can I do? I'm still not satisfied
- Very well, I'll give you a sack. You drank my water, I want to drink your water too.
It was a good offer. I made my back. Sarah came down from the table. The arithmetic table was wet. So is Sarah. I really forgot to do it. I wanted to tell him but I gave up. Sucking made him feel better and that he wanted to drink juice. Not bad for the first experience. This time he eats the eggs while sucking. It was pretty cool . This time I screamed at the force of the insect. She knew I liked it. I was coming and very strongly. I told him he was coming now. He quickly put my back in his mouth and rubbed our cheeks. The worm was half in his mouth. I felt like he was kissing me. My soul was overjoyed. It was coming little by little. With a sigh the first drop became empty and the next drops. It took me about thirty seconds to get rid of the water. It was so much that some of it came out of the side of his mouth. When I ran out of water, the worm had reached its most sensitive stage. Sarah, who was hit by her hand, jumped out of a chair as if she had electrocuted me. Now I understood Sarah when she was like this. I felt very pissed. Without telling Sarah, I got up and went to wash my hands. I sighed and turned around to see Sarah waiting in line. I came aside and Sarah went in. I wanted to go too, but Sarah's pissing sound came. What about pissing a girl. I would have liked to go and see you peeing, but I could not leave. I became careless and left. Sarah came in and sat down next to me and picked up one of my cigarettes and lit it. I told him to clear one for me. I was not one of those boys who was sensitive to their girlfriends. Do not smoke . You only have to study until graduation. Ziad Nia is out and this person is a poet. I wanted my girlfriend to be like me.
The muezzin was giving permission for the evening. We both fell asleep. We went to my bedroom together. It was very cozy. I drew the curtains, it was getting dark. I turned on the light and went naked to Sarah's bed, who was spraying her shirt. I took my hand towards her. It was dry. Today, both he and I had done the most. The worm was so loose that Sarah could hold it all in one hand. That's what I wanted. I wish I could give my back to him and he would give it to me, he will always be with me, but it is not a pity.
Menu Sara, now with free wings and without any feeling of need for anything, we had fallen asleep and had a good night's sleep.
There were warm hands on my body. I felt this even in my sleep. A layer of soft and hot flesh, which I thought was his lips, and it was the same, was on my face in fever. I woke up with this sweet feeling. It was half past eight. It was getting dark. Sara wanted to go to their blood. I wanted to take it to their home. I put on my clothes. (What a lie he put on my clothes) We went out. A cool wind was blowing. Although it was still winter, the wind was not cold. It was as if the seasons were changing with the feeling of my heart. Spring was on its way and I am now in love walking with dear Sarai. I did not see anyone except Sarah in that state. It's as if all those people who beat us are a shadow and have no external existence. It was as if the earth and the sky were in our possession and under our command. Little by little, we reached Sara Ina's house. A luxurious and big house with two soldiers guarding the door. I didn't go all the way to the door. I said, let this situation not turn into midnight chatter tonight. I prayed to him and left. I had a cigarette, I got fat, I got fat or something like that and I decided to go to my aunt's house. I wanted to call to see if they are home or not, wow... I left my mobile at home. I took a taxi and jumped in. I had my cell phone. I had several SIM cards. The number was familiar. I pressed my stomach. Uncle Nasser! I went to you and dialed the number from my home phone:
_Hello . Excuse me, Mr. Rahmani's house?
I recognized the voice of the general woman. She was the kindest woman I ever knew. Since my mother died, she was the only one who could impose herself on me as a mother, and I was not dissatisfied.
-Yes please?
_Hello, uncle's wife. I am Mehran.
-Hello my son . Well, why didn't you come here unfaithfully. Tell me the truth, has anyone taken our place?
I laughed. I didn't know if he meant me who met a girl or if he meant my father who wants to get married again.
What can I say, uncle's wife. We are always ashamed of you. It has been our unhappiness.
- Enough of your tongue, don't speak anymore. I don't know how many brains have you hit with this tongue so far?
_No, our father and what to say. I'm a simple, shy oppressed boy …….
- Baba Maro, do not CIA, we are the children of Cape Town.
_Okay, uncle's wife, don't bother me too much, is it my father?
- Uncle's wife's sacrificing you, what a nuisance, my beautiful boy. Now I call her for a few moments. On my behalf, God bless.
It took two minutes for dad to come.
- Hello?
_Hello Dad.
-Hello good boy?
_Thankful . How is it? Is it fun without us?
- Not without you, but here Amoot are so hospitable that one does not feel lacking.
_You really called Baba. I left my phone, did you have anything to do?
- I did not have much important work. I just wanted to say I'll be back tomorrow. I get home around noon. I wanted to see if you were home and making lunch. I have good news for you.
I have class, but I don't care, I stay at home and prepare lunch.
- So what about the university?
One day, Dad. Let's be together for a day.
I prayed to God and canceled my aunt's house and stayed at home.
I went to the street early in the morning to shop. I bought the necessary tools to make a handful of vegetables and came home. I loaded the food and waited for Baba to come.
It was twelve o'clock when the key sounded. I went while my father was there. I hugged him and brought him to you:
_Sit down, dad, I'll bring you some tea, you're tired of the journey.
- I'm not tired. Come and get this switch, go for a walk, get fresh.
_To.. you bought a car. what is it now
- I do not know what. This is a good omen. See how?
I grabbed the switch and went outside. There were five cars in the alley. Three of them belonged to the neighbors and the other two were unfamiliar. It was a Peugeot Pars with a black Maxima. At first my mind went to Peugeot, but when I hit the remote, the Maxima flashers turned on. To the son of Maraks. What a big place. You feel completely safe. I started and started walking. The fruit of a child listening to the word started walking. With this body, the dirt was very upside down. I, who had never driven with more than a shout, could not believe that I was walking the streets of Tehran with this bride. I had another feeling. It was as if people were watching differently. Where did my dad buy this? آها ارثیه…. It must have been too much for my dad to buy this on account. Wow, what can not be done. Let me follow what Sarah says. Not really a bad idea. I turned my cell phone and called him:
Hello Sara, where are you?
-Hello . Now the class is over. why did not you come? I miss you so much.
_ قربون دلت برم. Where can I follow you now?
- Do you have a car? Since when?
_Yeah . Tell me where you are, should I come there?
- Right at the university. In front of the photocopy shop. come there
I took the gas and ran towards Sarah. I saw her waiting on the sidewalk. I blew a few horns. Without looking, he took a few steps and stood on the other side. I realized it was useless, I got off and shouted:
_Sara ? Come on, Dad, don't be afraid.
Sar returned with an alienated expression and looked at me dumbfounded.
- Is this your car?
_Yeah . Why don't we get in a beautiful car?
Why?
But he does not. Come on board soon. Another day is our day. We should have fun today. Maybe we will die tomorrow.
And we were both happy to complete yesterday's dreamy moments. Of course, not with sex, but with love and the feeling of oneness….
I was out with Sarah for an hour that day. I suggested that we go and eat something in a coffee shop with the class. We went and sat down. We sat for ten minutes for our orders to be brought. The coffee shop was a bit crowded. Every type of girl and boy come to you... I was talking to Sara when Sara suddenly came forward and as if she wanted to hide herself from someone, she started talking to me about ridiculous things:
- What do you really like, Mehran?
_What ???? What are you talking about, Dad? I'm talking about something else. How are you?
-His. Do not paint. My mother is talking on her cell phone. I do not want to see me here.
_آها. So where? Which one?
- That black tent in the door.
His mother was a large woman who was also tall. Of course, he was not very tall, but he was taller than Sarah. His appearance was not very clear, but it turned out that he did not look bad. I was watching him when he caught sight of Sarah and recognized her. He came to you without delay and came to our table and sat down. Sarah looked at her mother in astonishment and wanted to say something that her mother did not say and said to be quiet and that she does not have bad intentions and wants to meet me. Now I could see his mother up close. A middle-aged woman with fair skin who had not changed much over time and remained, as the saying goes. We sat together for an hour and talked from every door and left. His mother counted our table and we left. The other way around Rome was open and I was even joking with my mother. Now I was right about Sarah's mother and father. A woman who is so kind and big that her daughter's relationship with a stranger boy in that area is surrounded by religious people must be a good woman who is stuck in a bad environment. I remember when I was in high school, we had a religious teacher who talked to us one day about flirting with his wife and said that when you are married to your wife, you should not see each other's bodies and when you hug, your body should be hidden and your penis of course. Do not take your wife out and leave her in front of her penis and a small slice of tent to enter. I just don't know what to do after a prayer. Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either.
When we arrived, I followed their blood. to go . I also wanted to go, but once his mother came back and took my mobile number from me for the day. Of course, he later told me to tell Sarah that he had taken the number from me and said that I should see you privately. I accepted and gave my number and left.
I reached home and went inside. My father was sitting there smoking a cigarette. I went to you and said hello:
_Hello.
-Hello Dad . It was fun ?
_Yeah . Really, where did you buy this?
- From the share of inheritance that was received.
_Well, you would bring him money, we would work in a bread and water business.
- Do not worry, boy, there is so much that you can do something with it, as you say, young people.
_How much?
- Honestly, I did not count. But as Amoot said, it costs two billion tomans.
My eyes were round. Two billion tomans !!!!!!
What can I do with it?
