Sexy goes back to
One of the friends (of course he is not my friend) is a servant of God
It has a degree and can be transferred to a remote area. Of course, to maintain security, neither the name nor the degree
And I do not know his place. In short, this servant of God
The commander says we will call him. The first nipple days were very hard for me there. Where is Tehran and where is it? Always someone
Kos military man being there. The environment was becoming normal.
But due to a series of bad lust issues, it upsets my father. I was not familiar with the environment of that city, so you want to get acquainted with sex stories for two years
It will take time. Because I was a newcomer, I did not have sex with Iran
Trust anyone. I did not have night and day. I got help from myself and solved the problems with complacency. But I was not satisfied with self-satisfaction either. Terrible period to stay on the floor. Days and nights passed like this, I had dropped a lot physically and mentally. And I did not think it worked properly. It did not make sense for me to take a leave to come to Tehran because it was a headache for a week to find a place and find one. Even in that strange city that does not speak at all. Because first there was no place. Duma was small and everyone knew each other. It was very difficult for a person like me, who was a person with high emotions. I am overwhelmed with complacency. Little by little, I approached the children and the soldiers, who were more comfortable. There was one named Shahbaz. He was a child of Tehran. It is clear that it is one of those horrors. And a lot of it is in your work. Because soldiers discover such issues sooner, because it does not matter to them, but we have to stay for a lifetime. I was able to get close to Shahbaz. I told him one day. Shahbaz Jan, how do you evacuate yourself? He smiled and said: Mr. Commander, are you in a bad mood? I said: Well, yes, he said: OK, can I help you? I said how? He said: The truth is that there is a camel behind the barracks شدم I got nervous and hit him hard under his ear. I became careless about it. I did not talk to Shahbaz for a month, I am not at all upset by that filth. Not with animals. I mean, I hated it very much. A month passed and we were still on the floor. We met Nasir, another child who happened to be a child from the same city. Nasir was a good boy. I was relieved with him and when I asked him for help, he said: "There is a camel victim behind the barracks where the children ……." I got very nervous. Why don't they stop doing this? I kicked him in the abdomen and threw him in the detention center so that he would not do any more dirty work. In short, my condition was getting worse every day. Two months passed, one night after seeing some sexy scenes, I got very nervous and emotionally stressed. My problem was not solved with masturbation. I had to walk to the back of the barracks at 2 in the morning and saw that a camel was right there. In short, I started working as a camel. The camel was old because it did not last long and died under the pressure of our sex. I had a guilty conscience. I came to the barracks and took a shower. Unfortunately, I fell asleep with the pill. When I came to the barracks in the morning, I saw all the soldiers mourning. When I asked the reason. Saying God was a camel, we would ride it and it would take us to a young man's house and we would go and have fun. That camel was our entry permit, which is now dead. We were unlucky. I just realized what a tragedy I caused because I did not fully listen to others.
