I still can't trust you. I still desperately search for your passwords and try and hack your Facebook. I hate that ginger southern bitch. I legit hate

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I still can’t trust you. I still desperately search for your passwords and try and hack your Facebook.
I hate that ginger southern b****. I legit hate her. How could she just carry on thinking what you guys were doing was okay?!
What I hate the most is just.. UGH! I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU, BUT IT’S JUST NOT FAIR TO STILL BE THIS BROKEN ABOUT IT A YEAR LATER!!!!!!!!!
I don’t even blame you, I can’t. I can’t even tell you that I’m still so angry about it. This is so unhealthy in our relationship. I know that time heals everything, but can this heal quicker please?

I love you so much, with all my heart, and I will marry you, but I still don’t fully trust you. I can’t. I’m sorry.

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Started going to an adult book store with booths about a year after my wife passed.I had never had a gay experience. A first I went to get sucked for releif . One night as I set down a pretty good size hard on was shoved threw the hole from the next booth. At first I just set there and stared at it. I couldnt stop looking at it. It was like a magnet and soon I was holding it in my hand.
My head started down like I couldnt stop myself and the next minute I had it in my mouth. Somehow I knew what to do although I had never done it bf.In no time I heard a loud grund from the other booth and my mouth was filling with c**. I didnt know what to do.I thought about spitting it out but instead swallowed it
I am hooked and spend way to much time there sucking any c*** that comes thru the hole. I have no idea how many loads I have swallowed there I am hooked and cant stop. Its worse than a drug.

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