As well, look at the sides. They’re sharp. He wasn’t careful with the edges. That’s a telltale sign of lazy craftsmanship.” Damn, son. I didn’t realize I’d be getting Gordon Ramsay. “Oh.” I simply said, looking the mask over. “Well… I mean, I like it.” Salvador chuckled. “You have the right.” I stared back at the mask and tried to make sense of Salvador’s comments. The more I stared, the more his comments made sense, but none of them really bothered me. I wouldn’t have liked the mask with smooth skin, it wouldn’t have… fit the tone. The color was unusual and I liked it. Plus, if the mask had an obnoxiously obvious feature, I wouldn’t have appreciated its subtleties. “Do you think maybe I like it more because it’s like this?” I asked. “Like, that I like it more because it’s, as you say, flawed?” “I don’t think I ever said Hardcore it asian was.” Salvador clarified, then nodded. “Absolutely small tits it can. Sometimes the most beautiful things aren’t beautiful objectively, but because they’re unique to us. Flaws help us relate to the more nuanced human emotions. If something is perfect, we can’t bond to it as deeply.” “So things can mean more to us when they’re clearly flawed?” “Yes.” Salvador replied simply. “That’s why art is subjective. You don’t know what you’re going to bond with, but it’s definitely not going to be as meaningful to others.” He sat back in his chair. “As long as you don’t hurt anyone and don’t get Hairy hurt yourself, your memories will be the same way.” he mused. “A lot of people like to romanticize high school, and despite all of the drama you may be experiencing now, you’re likely going to look back at high school fondly.” I scoffed. “I don’t think so.” “I know.” he nodded. “That’s why I said it about memories, not in-the-moment events.” I wanted to tell him about the time I was a scumbag and hit May. I wanted to tell him about the time I was raped. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. It’s not a kind of ‘I opened my mouth but nothing came out’ thing. It was worse. I was too scared, too nervous japanese to open my mouth in the first place. I was just sitting there, staring straight ahead, probably a nervous look on my face, trying feebly to work up the courage to tell him. “I know it sounds like I don’t know what I’m talking about.” he continued, shutting off the possibility of me opening up once and for all. “I don’t need you to be able to believe in me. I don’t need to be right either.” “Then why say it?” I asked, trying to be as polite as possible in my tone. “Hm?” He sat up. We both had our legs tucked under us so I could reach down and asian caress her knee and then her thigh without breaking our kiss. As she sees me looking very excited she shows me her bum japanese again. “Come on, let’s go have dinner.” With an evil smile he told her “NO” and pulled his fingers from her pussy. I talked about what I had discovered, they all wanted small tits to try it, so I set up Jill first. “Wait you can make your own bow and arrow!? ” I chuckled, “That’s an interesting word for her. I felt her pussy grasp my cock. Her ass was perfect. I wait about ten minutes before I Hardcore say to mom I’m going to be too. Hairy It was hard again. Her face was right at my pussy and I could feel her breath on my clit. "What's wrong?" She was sobbing a bit so it took her a moment to pull herself together enough to explain but she finally said, "I'm so sorry. "I know. The walleye was done to near perfection. I bet your friends would not care."