" Why though," Exclaimed Gwyneth, lifting it from her bag and handing it all over. "I feel like I am meant to hold it, it makes me feel happy and conn...cted to everything. The strange part is Rhian, this part bothers me a bit see. I have this massive urge to put it inside my fufu, I don't know why." Oh well that seems like a clever idea doesn't it Gwyneth. Find a strange, supernatural jelly pebble and you want to put it in your vagina." "I can't help it," said Gwyneth, "the jelly is meant to be. "This is rather surprising," he said. He has his little way of talking, being careful not to reveal how he feels about something. But I knew. Even if he was a little shocked, I knew he loved it. And I knew I was grinning from ear to ear.I was ready to ask "What do you think?" I was going to lean over and make him kiss me. I looked down. I realized he'd done it. One of the slips of paper was in my hand--I'd taken it without even thinking, much less considering the consequences.I looked back at. He always had. He kissed her forehead softly, wiping away the small tears that were standing on the tops of her cheeks. She nodded at his question, as he cupped her cheeks in his hands and continued, “I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want it to happen. Besides, if you were awake, you felt how much cum I pumped all over your feet and then again in your mouth. But its much more than just wanting to have sex with you, Alley. I’m your father. I love you. I’m supposed to protect you, to watch. Rejection was far less painful than it'd been pre-merge because we supported each other.By the way "talking to ourself" wasn't something we ever accidentally did out loud. The mental communication process was easier and somewhat faster than out-loud speech, and it quickly became second nature with us. The greatest problem we had was avoiding saying "we" in reference to myself when talking to someone else. When we made that mistake, the other person usually assumed I was talking about me and.