so after the blowjob and the established cum i have to ask are we still just friends? or are we more than friends? did we tranverse the true bounds of friendship by being attracted to each other? will you tell another about what we did to each other? what kind of person am i? and what have we done to our friendship by our carnality? am i worrying too much, or am i right by finding out what we were made of? are we really meant to be? or was this a fling with thee? so i look around to find our space i notice for the first time that we are not just friends. we're best friends this hurts go back to her we aren't meant to be and there cannot be three unless you want to be on jerry springer eating french fries and have the camera light shining right into your eyes. what is right? i can't resistBirth sign: Aries
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