Mobile versionWhen I was little, my mother inserted to me a stopper into a bottom (she called it a stopper for a shit) and I carried her all the time. Spoke to me to remove her only to do a poo, wipe the, then to thrust her back.
I was little and thought that it is done by all, but once at school I dropped it in a toilet bowl and washed away. When I returned on a lesson, I told the teacher that I washed away in a toilet bowl a stopper for a shit. The teacher didn't understand about what I, and sent me to the
After my fifteen-minute attempt to explain what is a stopper for a shit, at school called the police. The police asked me all these questions, and first I very much was frightened, thinking that in a trouble because of loss of a
It became clear. that my mother the schizophrenic also forced me to carry it * that the Satan didn't thrust the dick to me into a bottom and didn't make the gay".