Nicole gave the horizon ahead her patented ‘losing my patience’ smile big and turned to me. “I’m gonna say this gently because I’m in a good mood, squirt.” she told me, taking my hands in hers and turning her body blowjob to face me, just two teenagers in the pussy parking lot. “When you say you have an emotional attraction to me, or an emotional connection to me, I don’t like it. I’m not comfortable with it because I feel obligated to Hardcore do something about it. Even if you don’t want me to, I’ll still have that obligation. And that will just make me push you away. It’s really clear tits you’ve never lost your best friend before. I know it’s a cliché to say this, but grief sucks. After I lost Mitch, I didn’t want a friend ever again. I didn’t like feeling any kind of emotional connection. It would only remind me of him, how much I want him back, and how he isn’t ever coming back. “I’m not comfortable being open, and I’ve had to do it a shit ton this year. Hell, I’ve even accepted it. But emotional shit is too much. No offense, squirt, but sometimes you’re too much.” She paused a little to let that sink in. “I’m not mad at all, but I’m not ready to… let my guard down again like that. It’s not about you. I’m not ready to be that vulnerable. What if you’re stupid and get into an accident or something? I wouldn’t be able to take it.” She was smiling at me – oddly calm for someone who was basically admitting she was broken (and kind of implied she didn’t want us to be friends). “Okay?” she asked expectantly. “I think it’s stupid.” I grumbled. “So what, you’re going to live the rest of your life without friends?” “No, stupid.” she replied, a little annoyed at this point. I looked over at the Wall Street Daddy who was rubbing his cock through his jeans. “Yeah, she tits and I have been through a lot together.” “That’s perfect sis. But I figured that her mother wouldn’t consider planting a baby up into her belly as part of saving her, and so I would find out if she was safe and if not, would look into how to sponsor that. Phil grinned. It was torture. “Then piss here while I’m around,” the Janitor suggested, “I don’t want to have to follow you round all day.” Then I realized how Aurora went from hating you to big being your devoted sex Hardcore slave. We introduced ourselves and he told me his name was Wendell. Leon threw a pussy leather blowjob slave-harness onto the bed next to her and she looked up at him, open-mouthed and ardent. “He’s so so gorgeous too, my god.” I said making her laugh a little. “How’d you like to come to my place?