Listen, I don't want to fight with you. Can we sit down like adults and talk for a minute? If I am convinced you won't immediately try to kill me, I'l... give you your mana back." I walked over to one of the few intact chairs and sat down, gesturing to one opposite.He struggled to his feet, face red in anger, but curiosity seemed to win, briefly. "What do you mean, give it back? That's not possible."I sighed. "Sit. I'll try to explain. But I assure you, it is possible." As a demonstration, I gave. I didn’t get his charisma, so my misogynistic ideas didn’t pan out as well for me. I also had a tiny bit of empathy my father did not have. I still had my share of one-night stands and short relationships like my father did, but much fewer and farther between. Looking back, I always felt slightly guilty for the women I had used.When Doug passed away a couple of years back, I just quit cold turkey and decided to stay single. My motivation to do much of anything kind of went out the window after. So relaxed that I must have dropped off, the next thing I remember was hearing the front door open, loud voices and thuds. Jack and two of his friends that I hadn't met before stormed into the living room, I jumped when they came in, my vision slightly blurred. I don't know if the disorientation was due to just waking up or the whiskey. The tallest of the two men looked fairly young, maybe early 20's. He was tall and thin with Black hair shaved almost to his head. His facial features were. Beside she was in resistance. Finally made her orgasm by the rubbing hand on her pussy . I went bathroom and made myself satisfied. On the next night I again make her boobs open by taking jama to the neck. And also slowly pajama untied. While I was sucking her boobs I slowly make the pajama down to the leg slowly. After several try it gone to the end and I sit down near her feet and make the pajama out of her leg. It was almost dark allover although she turned her jama to the pussy to cover it..