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A moment later, I was gasping as he rubbed those fingers over my asshole. My right leg automatically started to relax.
Instead, he continually encouraged me. Reminded me that he would be there for me.
"One of the booths at the event had talked about anthropology. How you could use the degree to be an archaeologist.
And the irony of it, it was happening anyway.
" I smiled warmly and snuggled up to him. "That sounds very.
He'd done it again.
He still needed a roof over his head and food in his belly. I said he didn't have to contribute toward rent while he was getting his degree, but he insisted that he couldn't live with me for free.