Almost a 100 years
Cpt.Briggs
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- Jul 21, 2017
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Growing Desire
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53 minutes ago
I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong… especially now.
Touch has become a rarity, almost a memory.
He’s sleeping beside me, and I know he’s not to blame. It’s just that everything has changed.
Sometimes I look at him and try to remember how it used to be — the warmth, the closeness, his breathing beside me.
I try to stay by his side, to be strong, to hide my weakness.
But sometimes the body doesn’t listen to reason. It demands, reminding me that I’m still alive.
Each time I promise myself it will be the last.
But the night comes again.
And once more, I’m left alone with my thoughts, with my guilt, and with this quiet, stubborn desire that never fades…
Holy shit
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Growing Desire
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53 minutes ago
I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong… especially now.
Touch has become a rarity, almost a memory.
He’s sleeping beside me, and I know he’s not to blame. It’s just that everything has changed.
Sometimes I look at him and try to remember how it used to be — the warmth, the closeness, his breathing beside me.
I try to stay by his side, to be strong, to hide my weakness.
But sometimes the body doesn’t listen to reason. It demands, reminding me that I’m still alive.
Each time I promise myself it will be the last.
But the night comes again.
And once more, I’m left alone with my thoughts, with my guilt, and with this quiet, stubborn desire that never fades…
That ass is horrendous, and hopefully not changed too that
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Growing Desire
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53 minutes ago
I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong… especially now.
Touch has become a rarity, almost a memory.
He’s sleeping beside me, and I know he’s not to blame. It’s just that everything has changed.
Sometimes I look at him and try to remember how it used to be — the warmth, the closeness, his breathing beside me.
I try to stay by his side, to be strong, to hide my weakness.
But sometimes the body doesn’t listen to reason. It demands, reminding me that I’m still alive.
Each time I promise myself it will be the last.
But the night comes again.
And once more, I’m left alone with my thoughts, with my guilt, and with this quiet, stubborn desire that never fades…
So the wife plays with herself. That's great i guess. Still seems like we are at least a few updates away from any action between her and Jerome. 
Few updates away? Holy hell, how many more years before this developer puts out some action? games been around for YEARS and barely any nude scenes let alone fuckingSo the wife plays with herself. That's great i guess. Still seems like we are at least a few updates away from any action between her and Jerome.
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Would love to see something sooner, but based on the current pace of the story and the devs approach it doesn't seem likely... unfortunately.
Why I stopped being a sub a while ago. Developer just continues with weak updates that are getting longer in between. Daughters are hot but all else in the game is tiresome
Be nice but history has shown, tease fest as usualSame here.
Who knows...maybe the dev surprises us this time with some wild shit.
I also played it because of the appeal of the daughters, but it's a shame the person who got it won't take this seriously.
Illhoon
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- Jul 7, 2019
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Finally a visionary with common sense you know what makes this game so great all you need here is patience and you might get one of the best game experiences one could have in this genre
you're the type developers love. Games been in existence FOR YEARS and it's still in tease mode, but people like you preach patience. Thats fucking hilarious
Can you upload the image? Cant view(((
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Growing Desire
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53 minutes ago
I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong… especially now.
Touch has become a rarity, almost a memory.
He’s sleeping beside me, and I know he’s not to blame. It’s just that everything has changed.
Sometimes I look at him and try to remember how it used to be — the warmth, the closeness, his breathing beside me.
I try to stay by his side, to be strong, to hide my weakness.
But sometimes the body doesn’t listen to reason. It demands, reminding me that I’m still alive.
Each time I promise myself it will be the last.
But the night comes again.
And once more, I’m left alone with my thoughts, with my guilt, and with this quiet, stubborn desire that never fades…