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I continued looking out the window, not wanting to give up the facade of looking like I didn’t care. “Hm? Oh, yeah. Yup.” “Have you made any attempts?” “Nah, just thoughts.” I answered lazily. “Like, ‘hey, wouldn’t it just solve everything if I didn’t exist? Maybe I should do that.’ But I haven’t actually tried anything.” “For the record, suicide would make things worse, not better, not just for your case, but for Jenny’s too. If she still wants to be your friend, your suicide would emotionally devastate her, and there are always better options.” she told me seriously. “Do you think you’ll start making attempts anytime soon?” she asked, following up. I shrugged. “No. Just something I thought I should include on the sheet, just to be honest. It doesn’t really bug me.” Mira was silent for a few seconds. “When I brought up the subject, your body language changed.” she informed me. “You folded your arms and closed your legs inwards. Your shoulders hunched up a bit, and your brow furrowed. It’s okay to not feel okay about these kinds of things.” “Okay.” I replied simply, not wanting to think about what she said. “So you’re not thinking of attempting?” she asked me again. “No. I promise. It’s just a thought. It’s why I’m here. We’re gonna work towards making sure it just stays a thought, right?” “We’re going to work towards making you feel better, and making Jenny feel better, yes.” Mira responded. “Are you still okay Hardcore with next week?” “Tuesday? Yeah, I’ll see you then.” I told her, looking back to her eyes in order to smile at her. We exchanged a few more japanese words, then I left. Once I was out of the building, I sighed, then texted Chris to let him know the session was over. Chris was really going above and beyond for us, although I think he was just glad to know that the whole ‘sexual abuser and victim living together’ situation was unwinding and becoming easier for his empathetic ass to deal with. Within a few minutes, he showed up, and promptly danced out of the car, albeit with concern in his step. “Hey.” he began, walking up to me. “You okay, sweetie?” “Who me?” I replied casually and shrugged. “Yeah, it was no biggie. We just talked a bit. The weird asian thing about this school is-” I couldn’t finish the sentence. As much as I tried to hide it, I couldn’t stop what was happening. I started bawling immediately, full-out crying, and Chris instantly scooped me up in a hug and started patting my back as I cried on him, crying too hard to even form any kind of sentence. He did it anyway. I just don’t use them much.) Something asian about this girl (probably aided heavily by my own sexual drought) had turned me into a horny teenage schoolboy, one-track mind and everything. Knowing she’d want to see my pussy fully I sank down in my seat a little and spread my japanese knees open as wide as I could inside the car. I heard a little moan escape Cynthia's lips as she seemingly accepted her fate. I’m not satisfied. As I slid into the seat the dress opened and my legs and crotch were exposed again but my legs were closed so not much showed. We went into the bathroom together, she still holding the glass. "Bitch can't get enough of my cock." Aunt Tani had a long and hard climax. My daughter. “Yeah sure...” He said finally. and feasted his lips on their nipples, the curious girls demanded an interruption in order to experience for themselves that same sensation. she has some juice flowing out and it was a mixture of her juice and marks'. Beth’s eyes went wide. “Hi Mike, it’s Sue, how are you?” Viktor then looked at Hector who understood what he wanted and walked over taking the handles of the pool cue sticks from Viktor. The four of them would stay on the sidewalk just off school grounds to avoid problems with the police. I loved my big futa-sis so Hardcore much. Maybe then we could get down to business. Luckily, I had two tits. I step outside and point to the box. "We did." “It’s nice to talk about this with someone who isn’t… y’know… dead.”