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"Holy shit, I'm schizophrenic," I said aloud, looking at myself on the tape.
"No, you aren't," Patrick said in a strange, dreamy tone. "This is just your subconscious speaking. It felt the need to portray your hidden thoughts and anxieties hot sex anal as a new self...your other self, in other words." He looked back toward the TV, where my other self continued to flirt and craft verbal double entendres.
"What?" my other self asked innocently on the tape, tracing swirls on Patrick's left thigh. "I know you like the way I look. You can't hot anal sex picture hide the physical evidence from me." The tape revealed her eyes, looking pointedly at Patrick's visible bulge. Patrick shifted uncomfortably in his chair, getting away from her roaming hand, which was coming dangerously closer and closer hot to have anal sex his trapped erection.
"Oh, come on, Patrick baby...you know you like the way this feels," my other self said sweetly, her left hand joining her right hand in its exploration of Patrick's lower body. I watched in horror as her right hand flickered brazenly right over his red hot anal sex crotch. |
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