I'm not responsible for the actions of my ancestors. I've never stolen anyone's land, oppressed your countrymen or taken your valuable items back to

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I’m not responsible for the actions of my ancestors. I’ve never stolen anyone’s land, oppressed your countrymen or taken your valuable items back to Britain. So don’t give me that f****** s*** about your entitlement to ‘get back at you’. That doesn’t wash you f****** Idian t***.

New Confession

My girlfriend really irritates me with her trips to her male gynecologist and the pics of her exams.

She sent one of her sitting on the exam chair completely nu.de, displaying her bo.obs, with her legs spread wide open showing her pu.ssy with lips protruding. Her as.shole showing below. She is smiling into the camera while he is gawking at her pu.ssy. The pic is taken over his shoulder so I can’t see his face.

Then the next pic shows that he is sitting on a stool between her spread open legs and he has his index finger all the way up in her pu.ssy and her lips are wrapped tightly around it. He doesn’t even have a glove on. It’s really annoying because she makes me wear a rubber for s.ex and here is this guy sticking his fingers way up inside her.

The last pic he has two fingers inside her, spreading her pu.ssy wide open. She has her mouth open like she is having an o*****.

I asked her how many pics he has of her and she said only a few for her patient file. I asked her if he sticks anything else up inside her other than his fingers. She just smirked and then said, “you don’t really need to know.” She laughed a little. The she added that there are some pics I shouldn’t see. I asked what those would be and she said I’d just get upset since I’m so jealous.

I wonder what else he’s sticking up inside her that they don’t want me to know about? Or maybe he’s sticking it in her mouth. Or most likely both places?

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My mother was a witch.

After she died, I went through an the boxes in the basement.

Found books of rituals and spells with dried candle wax melted all over them. Small dolls made of straw and scraps of fabric.

Many years earlier, before she died, my grandmother told me that my mother practiced witchcraft. My sister said it was the dementia taking, but I saw the look on my grandmother’s face. It was not dementia.