[ Yeah, that's something he might need to regret saying. Her eyes narrow and she slides one hand down his leg to a knee, finds a nerve ending and presses it just for a moment, just a sharp reminder of who's supposed to be listening to whom here. But he does answer after that moment of waiting, and she considers and then lets him have her hand around his dick again, slowly setting up an even pace. ] But you loved them anyways? [ Because there's not - he doesn't talk of them the way people talk when they hate their parents. It's mixed feelings, but she doesn't think she's ever heard hate in it. ]
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