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"It's just that I could feel your memory." I'm sorry. I forgot that you could feel me like that," she replied."Forget it," I told her. I didn't want t... think about it anymore. "So, what did you do?" to resume the conversation."I cried for a week. My parents thought it was because I had seen him, so they sent me to a therapist. I ended up going for almost a year before I was able to tell him the whole truth. I finally told the therapist what I suspected about Danny being an empath. Surprisingly,. There’s something more that I really wanted to tell you. Something specific that I... know about. Something that’s stayed with me for all these months now.I know what you did, daddy. Late at night. In my room.No--shh...It’s OK, daddy. Please, just listen. Let me keep going, please, daddy?You tried to be so quiet. You crept in so stealthily, but that night, I’d been awake because of that big thunderstorm that wouldn’t stop. It was a hot, humid summer night, so I remember I’d kicked the sheets. " Kasumi tells me as she open her windowI look a look out her window I saw him take a pink bikini bottom off of blonde haired woman and starts eating her pussy "Wow how did Taylor convince his mom to let him do that?" I heard Kasumi ask herself then to my shock he carries his naked mom into the house "Lucky bastard I been wanting to fuck her." Kasumi say as she looks to me with a sexy look "Want some help?" Kasumi ask meI look down and see that my hand went down my pants and I was fingering my. I so wanted to be her instead ofmyself at this moment. How could I not have noticed how pretty herauburn shoulder-length hair was, how delicate the curve of her lips? Ithink I was in love in that moment, unwilling to consider the past orthe future, living totally in the present, like a Zen nun, with lipstickand earrings. I began to try to help her, almost knocking severaldrinks off, but she managed them all, and did not seem the least bitannoyed at my interference."Thank you, dear," she.
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