Two hands are some how on every in of my body and as his rough finger tips slide between my legs I tighten my whole body
. ?
?Harder.
. There is no “real Jack”, there is only Jack, the varying Jack for each and every person that he encounters. You know nothing about yourself, so you must cling to others to know what it is like to have an identity, but without being in any sort of relationship that involves the other person seeing who you truly are
Two hands are some how on every in of my body and as his rough finger tips slide between my legs I tighten my whole body
. ?
?Harder.
. There is no “real Jack”, there is only Jack, the varying Jack for each and every person that he encounters. You know nothing about yourself, so you must cling to others to know what it is like to have an identity, but without being in any sort of relationship that involves the other person seeing who you truly are
Two hands are some how on every in of my body and as his rough finger tips slide between my legs I tighten my whole body
. ?
?Harder.
. There is no “real Jack”, there is only Jack, the varying Jack for each and every person that he encounters. You know nothing about yourself, so you must cling to others to know what it is like to have an identity, but without being in any sort of relationship that involves the other person seeing who you truly are
