It was a good thing that it only happened toward the end of our marriage, or my butthole wouldn’t be this tight! Yours is bigger, so it hurts more, ...ut it feels so damn good! I don’t know why I love painful buggery, but I just do!” Mom swore to me now.“Are you ready for me to cum up your asshole or do you want some more pain, pet?” I demanded to know now.“More pain ... and please ... prone bone me ... lay me flat on my belly and ram it deep!” Mom begged me to take her even rougher than before.I. Jamie, unable to keep a straight face, let the jerk go, giving him a little push off.“Just leave, dickhead. If I can break both of your arms without even trying, you don’t want to know what my boyfriend can do.”The guy, without another word, scurried off, leaving the shop like the seat of his pants was on fire. Surprising us, there was a round of applause from the other patrons.“Serves him right! The asshole hit on my too, and I was nursing my son!” one lady said, indignant.Things calmed down. We exited the car and the air conditioned interior of the vehicle gave way to a blast of summer heat, and then back to air conditioned splendor as soon as we entered the house. I was led into a big room complete with multiple sitting areas, a full bar and a pool table. Big sliding glass windows looked out to the swimming pool an spa area outside. We were met by a whole contingent of men and women – most of whom I had met or at least seen on the movie set the day before. I took a seat on a couch. As this letter has taken on a more personal tone than intended; you may wish to show that to your friends, rather than this message, if any of them question that you know me or where you got all these things.As a token of San Finzione’s and my own personal gratitude, please accept the gifts enclosed with this scroll and commendation. Packed amongst the various t-shirts, please find Our National Flag, an iPad, several gift cards, some of our native arts and crafts, souvenirs, posters of Castle.