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A big formal occasion with all the faculty, and numerous alumni and donors. All my brain power was devoted to thinking of something to say that I lost control of my motor functions, sort of like when a person is laughing and they let out a fart, they didn’t mean to. I’d help her pick outfits to wear, and give my opinion on how she should wear her hair, but the options were limited. “Those things you said were.. I instantly built up a steady rhythm and began full-force-fucking her while she washed, almost pretending like she didn’t know I was there. “I don’t want to be single again, it doesn’t suit me, plus… I sort of blame myself, like I wasn’t enough for him.” She was crying now.
