To the Postmaster General, Im writing to you this very morning in praise of our new telegram boy. I find him to be the most dilligent and courteous fellow imaginable and I oft see him cycling up the drive whistling a cheery tune with a smile on his face.
When she's in heat the only thing she can think about is getting off of feeling cum inside her womb. She's been begging me to stuff her all day. I can never resist pets in heat like this, but also I like to tease a little, do you think it's time to fi