If you see some error try pressing 'reset game' and coming back to that chapter, since I am still updating the story you might see some errors like a ...aragraph saying you chose a option that you didn't.Pro Tip: If you don't like a chapter try checking its counterpart in the other branch maybe you will like that one.John Smith and Amanda Williams lived in the same flat so you could call them flatmates or roommates whatever you want but not friends. Neither of them liked the other. They were in. "Oh, hi, Barb." This makes sense," she chuckled, placing her left palm onto her hip. "Miranda has been a mammoth tart to you because she has had a crush on you. This is your way of coming out to everyone? I can tell, because your cheeks are bright red, Hannah."Miranda took a small break and peeked at Barb. "Yes, that's true. Watch if you want, but I'm gonna get my girlfriend off, right here, right now." Already than," Barb giggled.Miranda went right back in and then I put my hands back onto her. It had started raining and I asked him to wait till it stopped. He agreed and thanked me for letting him stay. I asked him if he needed tea as I was making it. He said yes and I moved to the kitchen again. I was behind the door and started to watch this old filthy low class black worker act like a husband to her.He had rolled her dress up to her waist and then started rubbing his hands over the entire length of her leg. It was so exciting that now I took out my cock from my pant and started. “We seem to get on well together, we go on a dinner date almost every week, we know almost everything about each other. When we are together, we have a great time, but ... you’ve never even tried to kiss me. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought you might be gay, but I know that’s not the case. Is there something wrong with me, or ... is all you want for us to be friends? That’s what I want to know, Will.”In my desire not to move too fast, had I erred the other way, and gone too slow?.