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Listening, I believed her. It tied in exactly what the woman officer had said to me in the station square.
She looked at me, waiting for my reaction.
Time passes.
"It doesn't matter," I said. "It's done. It's in the past. It's okay."
Caroline came close.
"Thank you," she said. There was a pause before she added the question that I have not yet answered.
"What should I buy for Barcelona?"
As I said, I had already come, but in spite of that, my cock began to harden.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous8 months agoWow to have someone call Stubby try to criticize anyone is so laughable and stupid. Why do cucks feel the need to complain when people don’t like their perverted and sick lifestyle. Get over it, you’re an abnormal member of our society and are either mentally or emotionally damaged. Pathetic
Stefrehamabout 2 years agoGreat story, when do you follow up with Barcelona, I once stayed in a hotel where they had had a cabaret of a male and female dancers in the nude.
Badger03over 2 years agoI'm not much a critique, so just want you (the author) know that I really enjoyed reading this story.
Anonymousalmost 3 years agoJust another WACC with a real whore instead of a wife. pathetic. After a few months she was pregnant. At their next anniversary she asked where they planned to go. He told her she got to stay with junior and he was going to Amsterdamn. She was devastated. But what the hell. She played the whore and really was one. He'd have plenty of euro for the red light district. And that's what he did every anniversary after that. Of course he often pimped his wife out to thugs and kept the money to pay for his Amsterdam trips.
