" But I love you, Elaine," I said thickly, my own tears rolling down my cheek. "I can't even imagine life without you. The thought of us apart ... it'...s tearing me up inside." Me, too," she said softly. "But ... it's only for a little while... 4 years. We can call and write, remain friends and then, if it was meant to be, see each other afterwards, fall in love again and be together for the rest of our lives."I argued, she argued ... but in the end, she won. I knew she was right, of course. Deep. Even though Kal-El seemed to think she still disliked him she had actually been won over by his actions and his constant loyalty to her daughters. However, that didn’t mean she wasn’t taking a large amount of pleasure from watching him practically squirm as he asked her permission to court her daughter. Nor did it mean she would give that permission freely or without making him squirm a little bit more. Before Hippolyta could answer however she felt a familiar presence in the air before the. Roger had done his best to be a comfort. In his way, he had been sympathetic and attentive. But, his long hours at work made it difficult for him to be there when she really needed him. During that time Tony had become her pillar of strength. He had sat listening to her talk about her father, and held her when she could no longer force back her tears. He had done what Roger couldn’t. He had been there to lean on in her time of need. Until she had accidently seen his amazing appendage she had. Dawson also introduced me to the concept of a creamy hair-pie. However, I didn't know what it was at the time. Mrs. Dawson also called the gloppy milky goo as love secretions from her pussy. The first time she had me eat it from her, her reddish pink gapping cunt lips was oozing the thick slimy stuff from her warm wet gaping pussy lips. It had a peculiar taste I wasn't accustomed too, but through Mrs. Dawson's guidance I became accustomed and fond of the slimy tasting love secretions."Now.
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