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“We’ll stop.”“I didn’t say I wanted to stop.”“Yes, but you reminded me I should.”“Are you teasing me?” She looked surprised. “Mo... said you were teasing her.”“I was engaging in foreplay,” I said.She looked very serious, suddenly and sat there mute for a long time.“You okay?” I asked.“I think it’s sinking in that, someday, you’re actually going to do that to me.”“Only if you want me to,” I said.She relaxed, then and leaned her face up next to mine.“I want you to,” she said. “It scares the pee out. She stood in the kitchen with Aunty for some time and I saw her continuously from some distance while being on the couch in the living room. She moved around the house for some reason and saw me with a smile, though I responded her with a smile but without giving any expressions of feeling relaxed and opposite to my facial expressions now I was going through strange happiness for being at this place without my wife and her c***dren.Certainly that moment I did not had anything like this in my. More

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