Peter was love-fucking me.Hard. Purposefully. Each thrust a statement, each grunt escaping fromhis lips a symphony. Each time he bottomed out in me... his impossiblythick cock splitting me open like never before, his length touching meinside in ways that caused a tsunami of rippling throughout myintestines, throughout my belly, each fuck was new, exciting, riveting,better than the last, pumping me and pushing me up a mountain, to thevery heavens themselves.And I was taking it, wanting it,. I think the little mole on the right side of my boob is cute. (One of my girlfriend's call's my breasts 'The Marilyn [Monroe] Boobs' because of the mark) He grabbed both of them with his big warm hands and gave them a squeeze. Then another squeeze and stroked his hands up to my shoulders, then back down to my perky breasts. I let out an exhale, I was so relaxed. He continued this for a while. I felt so satisfied and loved each and every second of this. I let out another exhale, and a moan. My. The other 2 drowned. They couldn’t get the tail gate down.Not much more news this time. Nothing much happened. If you don’t get this letter, please let me know and I will send another one.Love, MaThese are from the Shy OneA man escapes from prison where he has been for 15 years. He breaks into a house to look for money and guns and finds a young couple in bed.He orders the man out of bed and ties him to a chair. While tying the woman to the bed he gets on top of her, kisses her neck, then gets. “Oh my god, Mom. I can’t believe that happened!”“You do realize, a chance like this may never occur again?” I warned.“Not if I can help it.” He said stupidly.“Pull the covers away, Andrew. My hands are messy.”He was careful to keep them from dragging against my behind. Some of his cum dribbled out there. My right hand kept it from reaching the sheets. I didn’t put on a show, but I licked every drop of incestuous sperm from my hands. I reached between my legs for a second helping.“Next time,.