Or someone.”“Can you really ‘own’ someone?”“No. Not really, unless we revert to slavery or they totally submit themselves.”“Ergo, you ...eally have no right to be possessive of them. Even if they grant you that ownership, they could withdraw it at any time.”“Jealousy?”“The kind you’re worried about would be a fear of loss – a loss of something you ‘possess’.”“Ah, I get it. So, what do you feel instead?”“Compersion. It’s the opposite of jealousy in some ways. I find joy and happiness in seeing. It was obvious that Patty didn't want to talk about their shared knowledge of Van in front of Barbara any more than Julie did, so there had been no open warfare. The others had done their best to ignore the tension between the two girls, as they celebrated Bobby's return, albeit brief, to consciousness. Just being around the happy, supportive people had lifted her spirits. It was so different from what she was headed home to.As she turned the last corner and the double wide mobile home finally. But her breasts were too tempting and I ran my hands over them, not really sure what she liked but deciding to do what I liked until she told me what to do herself. She didn't seem to mind what I liked in the least. She draped her hands over mine on her chest and pushed her breasts harder into the palms of my hands. Her hips moved and I could feel her sliding over me.Did she not realize I was a 17-year-old male? We don't have that much control. It takes years of training to hold out to that. The woman smiled at him. She was wearing thigh high stockings with the shortest black leather skirt. She wore a cropped cashmere sweater that showed her amazing tits. The neckline was low and plunging. Her breasts were round and full.She had long legs and a nice ass. She was tall and smiled when he approached her. He wondered what her story was. Why was she dressed like that and sitting in a train station alone on a rainy and wet night? He hoped he would find out. His cock was.