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But I worry that you will feel neglected to be number three in my life. Have you thought about that?” I ask. “More than I care to admit. In my head, I think that I can just raise our child as a single parent and if you participate then it only benefits our child, if you choose to not participate then I’ve lost nothing since I’m acting as a single parent,” she tells me before raising up to kiss me passionately. “Darling, you won’t have to raise our child alone. Hell, move into the Chateau with us and sell your home. You’ll be amongst those who love you and there will be other pregnant women here as well. In fact, the whole Chateau will be overrun with children by next Halloween,” I tell her. This makes her smile. “Would you really want interracial me to move in here? And, what about all the shootings that have gone on here lately?” Ronda asks. “Yes, I would love for you to move in here. As for the shootings, well, the FBI is all over it. In addition, I’m putting a Teen couple more security things in place,” I tell her trying to make her feel safe about coming here. “Is that all you have to ask me? If I want to have a baby with you?” “Yeah, now I got to go humiliate myself with Jill begging for you to make a baby with me,” she says in a defeated tone. “Honey, this isn’t let’s make Ronda feel bad. Hell, I’ll go with you if you would like. I just want her OK before I create another child,” I tell her as we kiss once again passionately. Dakota may be right; I asian do feel something akin to the chemistry between us. Only Jill and Dakota have a stronger place in my heart over Ronda. “Um, no. I think that this is just anal something that I need to do by myself,” she says to me. This causes her to get out of bed and leave the room. I frown a bit hoping that we would at least play before she went looking for Jill. I get up and head back out to the kitchen where I was greeted by a couple of the ladies checking their imaginary watches saying, “WOW, Daddy that really was a quickie,” causing the ladies to erupt with giggles and some laughter. I was feeling pretty buzzed from the liquor and was getting very giddy and giggling a lot, like interracial I always do when I drink liquor. You think I buy Misty’s love?” she asked, getting angrier every second. I whimpered, moaned, trembling in his embrace. I almost worry about breaking her. “Hmm. “Kelly… Kelly, oh my god, asian ” Stephanie exclaimed, adjusting her glasses before stepping Teen further back for a better look. Are anal you making pancakes?” I just kept kissing her. She quickly crossed her wrist behind her. He must’ve been tucking his cockhead up into the elastic of his boxers, or pressing it down into his pant-leg… or something.<
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