Burnt father's father's father

Hi, this memory is not sexy at all, so if you are looking for nonsense and birds to masturbate with, you wasted your time. I got married 12 years ago and we lived downstairs in my father-in-law's house. He was talking behind their backs, of course, I did not owe much to these words and my head was hot on my work and life until I had a child, and at the same time we had a child, my brother-in-law and his shop assistant, who was a 16-year-old girl and about twenty years old. He was younger, he got married, of course, the poor girl of the family did not have a proper account, and this marriage was very good for him, because he had got rid of displacement and misery in his father's house. I used to go upstairs with my mother-in-law to use her child-rearing experiences. At the insistence of my husband's father, he went to the camp to cure his addictionIt was decided because his wife is alone in the house, she is afraid to live in this house. Two months passed and my husband's father's relationship with this bride became very, very hot, so much so that he came to the hall because of Marjan and slept a short distance from him. He was naughty and he was both jealous and very upset. One of these nights when Marjan was there, our child had a fever at one o'clock in the morning and I was looking for acetaminophen syrup and we did not have any, so I got dressed and went upstairs to maybe out of their medicine box. I had to find something. The reason I left was because my lazy husband said I was not feeling well and did not want pills and syrup. I was slowly reaping and in the dark I wanted to go to the kitchen when I heard the sound of moaning from the reception. At first I thought Haj Baba, his heart was in pain again. I went slowly to see what happened. And the heart and the foot do not go up and down the stairs between the legs of the coral and the thalamus At first, I thought I was wrong because there was no light in the room except for the light coming from the street light, but words were exchanged between them, which was really embarrassing. They were used to it, but I was embarrassed to look at them. In short, 11 years have passed since that incident. My child will go there alone, and if he kisses the child, I will wash his face. I will kiss my husband's father-in-law. Do not play with the trust of those around you.