The letter of a pregnant woman, named Michelle, was a four-paragraphed narration of her frustration about actual fucking. Her beauty was fading due to...three consecutive conceptions. The climactic failure urged her to conjure up a fantasy when she stood before the mirror. It began with the appearance of five girls around her. She had them between her legs, at her ass, sucking her tits, and in her mouth. She masturbated to a climax within seconds while imagining them.Alice read the scene,. The paper is getting folded every time.On the last piece, I picked mom in my arms her soft boobs were in front of my face. Her fragrance was making me go crazy. I wanted to press and suck those beautiful melons right there. When clapping started I come to my sense and came to know we won the competition.Mom was super happy and hugged me. Then the host said the winner couple will need to kiss right now. I was just out of my mind. Mom also felt really shy and nervous. But the whole crowd shouted,. ”I managed to mumble we’d be there. Then I sat up and turned to Jo. She’s smiling at me. But she looks as sleepy as I am, and so pretty. She really is beautiful. She has perfect hair and a perfect figure. Her smile lights up a room and makes people happy just to see it.I suddenly blurted out, “God! I wish I could be pretty like you!”She got the strangest look on her face and said, “What?! You’re kidding, right? I’ve always thought you were the prettiest girl in the class! And you don’t even. I made a lot of noise to let her know I was there. She looked up to my direction but did not do anything to cover her breasts. “Hi, Tony! Thank you for coming here!” She replied rising up from the lounge chair slightly to let me know she had an ample bosom. With a smile on my face, I replied “Sure, what’s your pond’s problem?” Then she gave me a remarked that does not answer my query,“My husband is out of town on business and I need some help on something. Could you take the time to help me?" I.