At the sandwich shop she did more opening of doors and even smiled at the guy taking her order, who smiled back. ‘Ugh,’ she thought. Back at the o...fice, she knew she’d done well. She started getting the hang of this nice thing. It wasn’t really that hard, just disgusting. You just take everyone as an individual and think to yourself, ‘how do I make this person happy? What do they need right now? What would I want someone to say if I looked like that?’ It was another trick she’d stuff into the. “This is the right place, yes?”I blinked, looking up and realized we were at my dorm. The sun was setting, evening deepening around the building. Students were streaming out, including female students. They were talking, looking at their phones, or just hurrying alone. None of them had any idea of the potential to change their lives with my cum.My fertile, motile cum.“Thank you,” I said to the driver. “This is it.” I took a deep breath.“Well...” the driver said, his forehead furrowing. “Are you. .. What’d you say?”“I told her that you were perfectly honorable and even if I DID have a thing going with YOU, then she should be proud that I made good choices.”“You didn’t say that!” I blurted.“I certainly did. We don’t have a thing going, but whatever ... Jay, I’m a good girl. Always have been. I go to church with my family every time we go. I even go by myself sometimes. It’s a beautiful Sunday morning walk. But I believe that stuff. I believe YOU when you say I get my own room and we’re. And she was witty, smart, and fun to be with. To be honest, when I was fucking Kay, or when I was masturbating alone, I was often thinking of Jessie.Then my life, such as it was, started to fall apart. My son Kyle got cancer, and we lost him when he was six years old, fighting to the last. Kay and I couldn’t have another child, since I’d had a vasectomy shortly after Kyle was born, and Kay figured that one kid was enough. “One and done,” you know. And we decided that we’d had enough of.