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I can kinda see why you broke up with her.” “She left me, not the other way around,” Brian replied. “It was frustrating, it hurts, and I hate it, but… it’s not like she just changed all of the sudden, it was this gradual thing, over two years. Before I knew it, I wasn’t even fit to speak with her on any number of subjects, because my opinions, as a privileged white male, weren’t valid. Her having to masturbation educate me on the social injustices just teen seemed to make me more and more guilty.” “B-but you don’t think that way, do you?” Stephanie asked, looking genuinely concerned. “You, uh, I don’t think you did anything wrong.” “For a while I guess I masturbating tried to convince myself of some of it,” Brian admitted. “But well… I don’t know what to think about anything anymore. I can’t imagine that I’m not terribly biased in this pussy situation, so don’t consider what I’ve said any kind of fair assessment or anything. I know that Chloe was doing what she thought was right, so that, at least… is admirable.” “Unless she’s actually really wrong,” Kelly observed dryly. “I guess,” Brian said indifferently, letting out slow breath. “Anyways, does all of that answer the question to your satisfaction?” “I… yes, it does. I was thrusting harder and deeper inside of her. She raked burning teen lines across me as she thrashed. Now? “Sean, this is...” I was about to answer in the negative but I suddenly realised that I did like him doing that, and that I did like it. She gave me a look and shook her head, but then she kissed me and had me try on several rings, but I wasn’t much help. He was incredibly cute as he stood there with that puppy dog look. Just wait 'til you see it. She looked at her daughter with compassion and love. I had always known my wife was a flirt, and even enjoyed how she sometimes teased a guy, like while dancing, or sitting close at a party, letting her lusty aura fascinate him. 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