milf porn fĂseĂĄin Dia duit do gach duine. DoÄa is ainm dom agus tĂĄ mĂ© 22 bliana d ‘ aois anois. Ach is Ă© an scĂ©al a bheidh mĂ© ag insint nĂĄ scĂ©al a tharla dom ar scoil ard, nach fĂ©idir liom dearmad a dhĂ©anamh air, uaireanta fiĂș i mo bhrionglĂłidĂ. De ghnĂĄth nĂ duine mĂ© a lĂ©ann a lĂĄn scĂ©alta gnĂ©is nĂł a chaitheann am ar shuĂmh den sĂłrt sin. Ach dĂșirt cara liom, atĂĄ ag dĂ©anamh staidĂ©ir ar shĂceolaĂocht, gur chĂłir do dhaoine insint nĂł scrĂobh faoi na himeachtaĂ a thĂ©ann i bhfeidhm go mĂłr orthu. Mar sin shocraigh mĂ© scrĂobh mar gheall orm sa mheĂĄn seo nuair nach bhfuil aithne ag Ă©inne orm, nĂ thabharfaidh aon duine breithiĂșnas orm nĂĄ nĂ bheidh a fhios agam cĂ© mĂ©. Is dĂłcha go bhfuil mo scĂ©al sa chatagĂłir ScĂ©al Fucking Ardscoile , ach is fĂ©idir leis an riarachĂĄn Ă© a chur i gcatagĂłir eile mĂĄ fheiceann sĂ© go bhfuil sĂ© nĂos oiriĂșnaĂ, nĂl sĂ© chomh tĂĄbhachtach domsa.
Sula dtosaĂm ar scĂ©al fuck na scoile ard, lig dom insint duit fĂșmsa fĂ©in. BhĂ mĂ© cailĂn beag nĂos airde sa scoil ard nĂĄ mo chairde. Ba chailĂn tanaĂ mĂ© le gruaig dhonn agus sĂșile glasa, agus fuair mĂ© na trĂ©ithe seo Ăł mo mhĂĄthair. CosĂșil liomsa, tĂĄ mo mhĂĄthair ard, tanaĂ, donn agus sĂșile glasa. NĂ raibh an-tĂłir orm ar scoil ach bhĂ duine ann i gcĂłnaĂ a cheap go raibh mĂ© go deas agus a bhĂ ag iarraidh dĂĄta a thabhairt dom. Thit mĂ© dĂreach i ngrĂĄ le buachaill is maith liom. Go deimhin is scĂ©al gnĂ©is Ă© seobĂ buachaill chomh maith dathĂșil aige. BhĂ sĂ© ina leanbh a d ‘ fhoghlaim mĂ© go raibh a thuismitheoirĂ colscartha agus ina gcĂłnaĂ lena athair. BhĂ rĂșn an-dĂĄirĂre againn faoina chĂ©ile leis an dĂșr a bheith i do dhĂ©agĂłir ardscoile. TĂĄ go leor rudaĂ leanĂșnacha dĂ©anta againn mar phleananna pĂłsta leanĂșnacha, aislingĂ na todhchaĂ, ag ainmniĂș ĂĄr linbh gan bhreith. Chuir sĂ© in aithne dom fiĂș a athair.
BhĂ saol ĂzgĂŒr, atĂĄ cosĂșil le cairde lena athair, tarraingteach go leor dom. Fear oilte ab ea a athair, ag obair mar innealtĂłir ceimiceach i gcuideachta cĂłgaisĂochta. BhĂ an gaol eatarthu i ndĂĄirĂre cosĂșil le caidreamh cara, bhĂ a fhios aige gach rud faoina mhac agus nĂor chuir sĂ© srian ar rud ar bith. Leis an ĂĄisiĂșlacht seo, thosaigh mĂ© ag tabhairt cuairte orthu go minic. Uaireanta bheadh duine eile ann, bheimis ag imirt cluichĂ Mar Monaplacht, charades. Nuair a bhĂ ocras orthu, dĂ©arfaidĂs cibĂ© rud a theastaigh uathu Ăłn taobh amuigh. An bhfĂ©adfadh saol nĂos fearr a bheith ann a d ‘ fhĂ©adfadh buachaill ardscoile a bheith ag iarraidh? Thairis sin, ba leanbh an-mhaith, cineĂĄlta, cliste Ă ĂzgĂŒr. NĂ gĂĄ a rĂĄ, tĂĄ sĂ© an-dathĂșil.
Ba ghnĂĄch linn pĂłg nĂł sĂșgradh Le ĂzgĂŒr, ach nĂ dheachaigh muid nĂos faide riamh. Ăs rud Ă© gur cailĂn maighdean mĂ©, nĂ raibh mĂ© ag iarraidh an scĂ©al a mhilleadh. NĂor chuir ĂzgĂŒr aon rud i bhfeidhm maidir leis seo, nĂ raibh a leithĂ©id d ‘ Ă©ifeacht aige riamh. Mar leanaĂ rĂłmĂĄnsĂșla, shamhlaigh muid i gcĂłnaĂ todhchaĂ le veil sreinge. Mar sin i ndĂĄirĂre, nĂ scĂ©al gnĂ©is nĂĄ scĂ©al fuck ardscoile a bhĂ anseo dĂșinn. BhĂ sĂ© nĂos mĂł de scĂ©al grĂĄ.
De bharr gur fear an-nua-aimseartha agus eolasach a bhĂ in athair mo leannĂĄin, bhĂ sĂ© i bhfad nĂos Ă©asca ĂĄr gcuid oibre Le ĂzgĂŒr a dhĂ©anamh. NĂl mo theaghlach rĂł-leatromach ach an oiread, ach tĂĄ instinct cosanta ann a thagann le hinĂon a bheith aici. Ach ghlaoigh athair ĂzgĂŒr, Is Ă© Sin, Uncail Tarık, ar m ‘ athair nuair a bhĂ fadhb ann, ag tabhairt suaimhneas intinne dĂł. DĂĄ mbeadh orm dul abhaile go dĂ©anach, chuirfeadh sĂ© glaoch ar m ‘ athair, gheobhadh sĂ© cead, agus dĂ©arfadh sĂ© go bhfĂĄgfadh sĂ© i gcarr. CĂ© nĂĄr thaitin ĂĄr ndaoine leis, ligfidĂs dĂł.
BhĂ plean dĂ©anta ag ĂzgĂŒr agus A athair Tarık don Bhliain Nua. D ‘ iarr ĂzgĂŒr orm dul isteach sa bhliain nua le chĂ©ile. CĂ© go ndĂșirt mĂ© go raibh sĂ© seo dodhĂ©anta, thug siad ar a athair glaoch ar ĂĄr dtuismitheoirĂ agus ĂłrĂĄid a dhĂ©anamh mar “baileoidh Ozgur sa bhaile lena chairde san athbhliain, beidh sĂ© an-plĂłdaithe, is fĂ©idir leat fanacht anseo Sa NĂĄdĂșr, fiĂș mĂĄs mian leat, is fĂ©idir leat teacht”. Ghlac ĂĄr ndaoine leis an gcĂĄs seo, cĂ© nach raibh siad ag iarraidh Ă© ar chor ar bith. Ach is Ă an fhĂrinne, nĂ bheadh aon duine eile sa teach seachas ĂzgĂŒr, Uncail Tarık agus mise.
BhailĂomar trĂĄthnĂłna an 31 nollaig. bhĂ go leor deochanna, aipeanna, cnĂłnna, torthaĂ, deochanna, seaclĂĄid agus sceallĂłga ann, i mbeagĂĄn focal, bhĂ go leor ĂĄbhar ann do 50 duine. BhĂ Tequila, vodca, go leor beorach, agus deochanna meisciĂșla nach raibh a fhios agam fiĂș le feiceĂĄil. Thosaigh an trĂĄthnĂłna le go leor spraoi. Idir An dĂĄ linn, thĂĄinig cairde Agus leanaĂ Uncail Tarık, imrĂodh cluichĂ, Ă©isteadh ceol, rinneadh comhrĂĄite, Ăłl deochanna, rinneadh an comhaireamh sĂos agus scaipeadh gach duine chuig a dtithe. Is beag a d ‘ Ăłl mĂ© go dtĂ sin. Mar An GcĂ©anna, ĂzgĂŒr. Chuir uncail Tarik buidĂ©al tequila i lĂĄr an trĂĄthnĂłna seo in onĂłir an trĂĄthnĂłna seo. Ansin lĂ©irigh an t-ainm dĂșinn conas Ă© a dhĂ©anamh. Doirteadh Tequila isteach i spĂ©aclaĂ lĂĄmhaigh bheaga. Cuireadh beagĂĄn salainn sa bhĂ©al. Tequila is shot Ansin itheadh na liomĂłidĂ. D ‘ fhan blas thar a bheith gĂ©ar agus searbh ar mo liopaĂ, ag numbing an bĂ©al. NĂl a fhios agam go dĂreach cĂ© mhĂ©ad uair a rinneamar Ă© seo, ach is cuimhin liom an buidĂ©al a chrĂochnĂș. Mar sin nuair a chrĂochnaigh mĂ© an buidĂ©al, bhĂ mĂ© breĂĄ sane. Is cuimhin liom nĂĄr thit ĂzgĂŒr go talamh i bhfad ina dhiaidh sin agus nach raibh sĂ© in ann Ă©irĂ. Nuair a d ‘ oscail mĂ© mo shĂșile ar feadh tamaill, bhĂ mĂ© ag caitheamh suas ar an leithreas sa seomra folctha. BhĂ uncail Tarik ag coinneĂĄil mo chuid gruaige Ăłn gcĂșl ionas nach mbeadh mo vomit salach. Is cuimhin liom ag aon am gur thug sĂ© barrĂłg dom agus gur thug sĂ© mĂ© go dtĂ an ĂĄit a raibh mĂ© ag dul a chodladh.
Ba Ă© an chĂ©ad uair i mo shaol go raibh mĂ© ar meisce seo. Ba Ă© seo an chĂ©ad uair i mo shaol a d ‘ Ăłl mĂ© an oiread sin. Seo an ĂĄit ar thosaigh claochlĂș ĂĄr scĂ©al go scĂ©al gnĂ©is anseo. Agus casaim isteach i laoch scĂ©al fuck ardscoile . Nuair a d ‘ oscail mĂ© mo shĂșile san ĂĄit a raibh mĂ© I mo chodladh, chonaic MĂ© Uncail Tarık ina chodladh in aice liom agus ag fĂ©achaint orm. Ach bhĂ mo cheann ag snĂomh an oiread sin gur dhĂșn mĂ© mo shĂșile arĂs lĂĄithreach. Ag an am sin, mhothaigh mĂ© go raibh a lĂĄmha ag siĂșl ar mo chosa agus fiĂș i dtreo mo mhnĂĄ, ach nĂ raibh mĂ© in ann an neart a fhĂĄil chun agĂłid a dhĂ©anamh. Ansin chuir sĂ© mo lĂĄmh taobh istigh de mo chuid fo-Ă©adaĂ agus thosaigh sĂ© ag strĂłiceadh orm. BhĂ mo bholg chomh nauseous go raibh mĂ© ag streachailt gan mo shĂșile a oscailt. Ag an am sin, nĂ raibh mĂ© ach ag dĂ©anamh groan domhain nach raibh mĂ© in ann cabhrĂș.
ThĂłg uncail Tarik a lĂĄmh as mo chuid fo-Ă©adaĂ tar Ă©is tamaill. ShĂl mĂ© go raibh deireadh leis, ach an uair seo, thosaigh sĂ© ag Ă©irĂ as gach rud a bhĂ ĂĄ chaitheamh agam ceann ar cheann. Chuir sĂ© a cheann idir mo chosa agus an uair seo thosaigh sĂ© ag dĂ©anamh lena theanga cad a rinne sĂ© lena mhĂ©ar. Seachas moaning, an uair seo bhĂ mĂ© ag coinneĂĄil a chuid gruaige le mo lĂĄmh agus ĂĄ fĂĄisceadh. Ach nĂ raibh an oiread sin neart agam nach raibh mĂ© in ann rud ar bith a chosc. Thairis sin, toisc go raibh mĂ© ag gearĂĄn, mhothaigh sĂ© go raibh mĂ© ag baint taitneamh as, amhail is go raibh mĂ© ag iarraidh air Ă© a dhĂ©anamh.
Faoi dheireadh, tharla an rud is mĂł a bhĂ eagla orm. ThĂłg sĂ© a bhrĂstĂ agus fuair sĂ© idir mo chosa. Bhraith gach rud cosĂșil le droch-aisling. Ar chĂșis Ă©igin, nĂ raibh aon rud fĂor ag an nĂłimĂ©ad sin. Rug mĂ© ar a wrist agus bhrĂșigh mĂ© Ă© agus Ă© ag brĂș a dick i gcoinne mo femininity. Theastaigh uaim a rĂĄ “nĂĄ dĂ©an Ă© uncail Tariq” ach nĂ cuimhin liom fiĂș an bhfĂ©adfainn Ă© a rĂĄ nĂł nach bhfĂ©adfainn. Ach is cuimhin liom pian domhain a mhothĂș istigh. NĂ raibh mĂ© in ann scairt os a chomhair fiĂș. ThĂłg sĂ© neart, iarracht, fiĂș a bheith ag bĂ©icĂl. NĂ raibh an oiread sin agam fiĂș. ThĂĄinig uncail Tarik isteach agus amach uaim gan stad ar feadh nĂłimĂ©id. NĂl a fhios agam an ndearna sĂ© aon rud eile. NĂl a fhios agam conas a chrĂochnaigh sĂ© freisin. Is cuimhin liom ach dĂșiseacht ar maidin. BhĂ mĂ© i mo chuid fo-Ă©adaĂ nuair a dhĂșisigh mĂ©. SĂlim gur ghlĂ©as sĂ Ă© tar Ă©is di a bheith dĂ©anta. SheiceĂĄil mĂ© le haghaidh fola ar an mbileog. NĂ raibh aon fhuil ann, mar sin is dĂłigh liom gur athraigh sĂ na bileoga freisin.
Tar Ă©is an eachtra seo, bhris ĂzgĂŒr suas liom cĂșpla mĂ ina dhiaidh sin. NĂ dĂșirt sĂ© tada, ach is dĂłigh liom gur lĂonadh a athar Ă©. NĂor inis mĂ© d ‘ Ă©inne faoin eachtra seo ach an oiread. SĂlim gurb Ă© mo phost gnĂomhĂș mar nĂĄr dhĂșisigh mĂ© riamh, ligean orm nach bhfuil mĂ© ar an eolas faoi rud ar bith. Choinnigh mĂ© an scĂ©al gnĂ©is seo istigh ionam ar feadh blianta. Den chĂ©ad uair, tĂĄim ag insint duit anseo mar scĂ©al fuck ardscoile. BuĂochas le gach duine a Ă©isteann liom.