Ok, I was wrong.

 The first time, I blew a little in her then pulled out. The second time I flipped her onto her stomach, lying there ass up and blew my whole load inside her. She didn't complain either time. This time, same thing. Difficult, inflexible, rigid, tense, distracted, distant, and not fun at all. I managed with a lot of focus and determination to finally put a big load in her, but this time she was not happy about it. That's the difficulty of strange pussy. The fun is discovering a new woman's body. The downside is testing the limits of what they want and don't want. A long relationship has the advantage of familiarity and expectation. I knew just how to get my old girlfriend off. Getting her to orgasm was like flipping a switch. Married couples understand this. Having a new woman is like the first day of school, exciting but there's a lot to learn as one adjusts to their new surroundings. That said, I feel like she could be dangerous and complicated if I continue with her. She seems to think her man is important to her. Women love to kid themselves with these illusions. A woman's greatest gift to a man is... Not her pussy. It's her time. Sex has very little to do with a lasting relationship. In this case, she's choosing to leave here man and spend her time with me. We don't have to be intimate for him to feel that sting of her absence. Picture your woman going to a nightclub with another man who's "just a friend." They dinner have to have sex with each other. You are jealous and upset because she's spending her time with another man. You have every right to be upset. She's choosing to be with him instead of you 

This was the dichotomy between the brunette's man and myself. I hated that she was spending her nights with him instead of me, and he hated that she was doing dates with me. Not because I was fucking her, which of course bothered him too, but because he felt threatened that she was with a man that could steal her time away from him. She could have chosen at any time to stay with me and leave him for good, because I was the only man giving her that option. Instead, she shunned us both for a third option. She stayed with a friend, a girl who let her use a run in her apartment to turn tricks to buy dope off of her. Her "friend" was pimping her out. Taking half her money for dates, then the other half for drugs she kept feeding the brunette. I hated all of it, but I just had to sit and take it. You can't control other's lives. They make their own decisions. An easy way to lean this lesson is by playing board games. You desperately want to tell the other players the best move to make, but the lesson here is to let them make their own choices. Sit back and let them play the game their way. 

The cousin finally called me. She wanted to see me after work. I cancelled my bank cards after I was filled but a scam text I received pretending to be a mail carrier a day after mailing a letter. So, for the next few days, I don't have easy access to funds. However, the last time the cousin asked me to pick her up, she said she was desperate to get out of where she is due to the chaos around her. I tried to pick her up but she never came out to the car. Note she calls saying she and her sister have nowhere to go, a week later, needs money, and wants me to go to a doctor's appointment with her regarding the baby. If ANY of this was important to her, she would have made a greater effort sooner to come see me. I told her she lied to me too much, and that I simply don't believe her. Just then, some kind of medical emergency drew her attention away from our conversation. However I did impart to her that that the invitation to live with me I had offered her has now been offered to the brunette. I suppose that's justice... Or karma. These girls could have it easy living with me. They just don't want it. Fuck, I hope that doesn't make me an incel!