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Dear Suzanne, I'm writing to tell you in confidence about what I've been

experiencing.

I feel like a cat in heat at all times.

My hormones are out of control as my biological clock is ticking hard.

I need to get pregnant.

Yesterday, when my son came home from basketball practice, I couldn't help

myself. I was intoxicated by his pheromones.

His scent wafted into my face as he sat down next to me, and then nature took

over.

He couldn't resist my putz as I began to seduce him.

His cock was throbbing intensely as I removed his sweaty shorts and wrapped my

lips around the hat of his huge member.

He struck me as slightly nervous, though I am positive he was not a virgin.

Finally, After I gave him the best hat he ever had, I sat on his cock, soaked

my sloppy mouth juices.

We fucked until he couldn't contain himself and came deep inside my pussy.

I was filled with a sense of euphoria as his hot low coated my insides.

He asked me after whether I was on birth control, and I lied.

I truly hope that his seed

has

made it into my womb.

So that my wishes may truly be fulfilled.

May be fulfilled.

Please do not share this with anyone.

Oh, I barely heard you come in.

Yeah, oh my god, practice was intense.

Yeah, was it good?

Oh, it's good.

I hurt a little bit.

You hurt?

Yeah. Oh, I know.

It's difficult, isn't it? Yeah, the muscles are really, really sore.

I'm sweaty, too. I feel sweaty.

You must have been working hard at home.

Yeah. The leg

wouldn't help.

I have to get all of you, Lane.

I just want you to relax after a tough practice.

Thank you.

Mm -hmm.

I'm good, though.

Oh, it's okay.

Yeah. Oh, it's so much better.

It's been a long time since you had mountains of booey in your mouth, hasn't

That's free from these sweaty shorts. How about that?

um

You got the right idea.

Thank you.