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<first-name>Имя автора</first-name>
<last-name>Фамилия автора</last-name>
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<date>Дата</date>
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<title><p>EHTIROS.AKAJON 4</p>
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<section><p>Man dumbalarimni silab mahkam</p>
<p>ushlab asta qotogini tekkazdilar. Man</p>
<p>rohatda edim. Keyin akam kichikroq</p>
<p>yostiqni tagimga qoydi. Kindigim</p>
<p>pastiga. Mani orqam teparoqqa</p>
<p>kotarildi. Akam yelkamni opib</p>
<p>sochlarimni siladi va qulogimga</p>
<p>ogrisa chideysanmi dedilar. Man siz</p>
<p>uchun har narsaga dedim. Ular</p>
<p>yelkamdan silashni boshlab</p>
<p>bellarimni kotlarimni siladilar va mani</p>
<p>kotimni namladilar. Keyin qotoqlarini</p>
<p>orqa teshigimga surkadilar. Manga</p>
<p>yoqayotgan edi. Ohhh akajon joniiim</p>
<p>deb past ovozda tolgonardim. Keyin</p>
<p>akam asta kirgizishni boshladi. Tan</p>
<p>olib aytish kerakki man unchalik</p>
<p>ogridi deb oylamagandim. Kotimga</p>
<p>hammasini kirgizganda baqirib</p>
<p>yubordim. Akam qimirlamay ozgina</p>
<p>vaqt yotdilar va chiqarib kirgizishni</p>
<p>boshladilar. Man ogriqdan</p>
<p>qiynalardim. Lekin bu mani jonimga</p>
<p>yani akamga rohat berayotganidan</p>
<p>hursand edim</p>
<p>Ular ham ohh shirinim humorim</p>
<p>ozimni , ohhhh deb ehtirosli</p>
<p>gapirardilar. Man 7 - 8 minutlardan</p>
<p>keyin ogriq qolmaganini sezdim va</p>
<p>endi bu manga ham rohat berayotgan</p>
<p>edi. Man akamni qotoqlari orqamga</p>
<p>kirib chiqayotganini his qilib rohatdan</p>
<p>aka akajon jonim deb yotardim..</p>
<p>Akam yana 10 minut shunday</p>
<p>rohatlanib qulogimga ichingga</p>
<p>tashlasam maylimi dedi. Man ha</p>
<p>jonim dedim. Ular qattiq va ohirigacha</p>
<p>kirgizib ohhh dedilar. Man ichimda</p>
<p>iliq yoq issiq narsani his qildim.</p>
<p>Mandan ham suyuqlik oqdi. Ohhhh</p>
<p>Akam ikkimiz yana judayam chiroyli</p>
<p>va ehtirosli opishdik. Man dushga</p>
<p>kettim. Dushda yuvinib kiyinib akanga</p>
<p>jonim dush qilvoling deb chaqirdim.</p>
<p>Akam ham dush qip chiqdilar. Mana</p>
<p>uch oy bolibdiki akam bilan juda</p>
<p>mehribonmiz bir birimizga. Bu ish</p>
<p>yana 8 marta boldi. Akam oz singlisi</p>
<p>bilan yotgan yomon insondir lekin</p>
<p>singlisini mehrini qozongan inson.</p>
<p>Man esa yomon ekanim aniq. Lekin</p>
<p>shunday vaqtlar bolarkanki ehtiros</p>
<p>kuchli kelar ekan. Ozimni bosishga</p>
<p>kuchim yetar edi ammo ... bu qiyin.</p>
<p>Akamni sevaman</p>
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