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Her pussy was so wet and moist that Phil didn't take long. Kacy was in such pain, she barely registered that Phil's penis was squirting his stuff inside of her. She did notice that Megan had stopped whipping her battered tits. "Tom, I don't think we should see each other any more." "Huh?" This phone call was completely out of the blue. Wendy and I had been seeing each other for several months. We'd had a few arguments, but nothing outside the bounds of normal. There was nothing on my radar to indicate an immanent breakup. "Wendy, what's going on? Are you seeing someone else?" "No. No, I'm not seeing anyone else. It's just that Maryann did our charts and we're not compatible. Our birth signs, rising signs, and moon signs all conflict. Maryann says it couldn't be a worse match."
"How did Maryann get to be part of this relationship? And how come we never noticed this on our own?" "I'm as surprised as you are, Tom. But Maryann says it's a really big problem." "Wendy, the really big problem is that you believe all this crap. If you keep this up you'll be a nitwit like Nancy Reagan, having to consult someone to see if it's a good time to blow your nose. As Dogbert pointed out recently, if you believe this shit, then you're not bright enough to make your own decisions anyway, so the randomness it induces is probably an improvement over what you'd come up with on your own. It has, however, pointed out one major incompatibility: I need a smarter girlfriend."