These few days without Sylvester, I have done everything in my power to not think about those eyes. They sort of scare me because each time I remember them, a chill goes down my spine, aggravating my arousal. I have been able to bear it for only one reason and that was the gradual build up of disgust I am presently having for Mum. It has successfully dulled my itchy sensation to the point where I got to only masturbate twice a day till she left. Under normal circumstances, I should be happy but I wasn't. I needed someone to talk to since I was scared of confronting her.

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