****** A Letter to Aunt Terri by Spree ******
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A Letter to Aunt Terri


Dear Aunt Terri,

We are well aware of your invitation for the three of us to spend the summer at
your summer house. To be honest, we all agreed that we would be delighted to
come. There's something we have to tell you first. It is something that we have
kept from the rest of the family for a long time. My mother didn't want to tell
you face to face, so I composed this letter for you, explaining our story. I
apologize if I'm rehashing things you already know, but I wanted to be as
thorough as possible. Here goes:

It all started innocently enough. It was just a young boy asking his mother
about all the men who were visiting. As far as I can remember, there was always
men in my house. From around 5:00 PM to around 1:00 AM every day of my
childhood there would seem to be a steady stream of men, young and old.
Frankly, I saw it as a positive. There was always someone to help out with
cars, tools, etc. I knew I couldn't count on my older sister to help, she did
not know shit about that stuff. In addition to that, there always was a steady
stream of money coming in, even though my mother never went to a regular job.
Oh sure, my father had to be paying some money, even though he divorced my
mother before I was born, but how much money could he be paying?

Whatever the amount was, it was, in my opinion, not enough. Here was a man who
seduced my mother when she was 17, and he was 30. In short, she got pregnant,
they got married, she gave birth to my sister, he left her. What a cocksucker
(but I'm sure you always knew that). As you know, my mother was forced to live
with her parents until she could get a job at a department store. Well, shortly
after the divorce, my mother felt into a bit of a depression. Instead of
finding solace in drugs or booze, though, she found comfort in men-LOTS of men.
They were the drugs that that vulnerable 18-19 year old got hooked on.
According to her, she used to give it out for free each night, before she
realized how much money she could make.

Then she went crazy with it. She remembers one time jacking off two guys, while
another client fucked her pussy and yet another one masturbated on her stomach.
She shortly became known as the wildest woman in my hometown and was able to
quit her job. As you know, she left your parents house on her own. She moved
her business and her baby to a motel in town where the only rent she paid was
daily blow-jobs to the proprietors.

Business continued to boom the next few years-she even earned enough to buy her
own apartment and live rather well. Then the unthinkable happened-she got
pregnant again, despite taking all the necessary precautions. She was
devastated, not only because she would have to take a break from work, but also
because she had no idea who the father was. However, she was determined to have
the baby and in the winter of 1978, she had her second child-a boy named Jim.
After the birth, she worked hard to regain the clientele she acquired before,
all the while taking care of her baby boy and 4-year-old girl. To put it
bluntly-she fucked day and night.

And as she matured, she became even more desirable. Her brown hair was always
sexy, her B-cup tits were always firm, her legs and stomach were always in
shape, and despite all the wear and tear, her pussy and ass were always ripe
for the pickings. She loved her work and the men loved her. The only thing
important to my mother is that the men kept coming (and cumming). And they did.
Everything was going smoothly, until the one day her precarious 10-year-old boy
inquired her as to who his father was and who were the men in the house...

My mother's profession was always rather vague to me. Whenever I asked her what
she did, she would tell me she "works odd jobs" (which is what she probably
told you). I bought it, because I had no idea what a hooker was, I didn't even
have the faintest clue as to what sex was really about. But I still wanted to
know who my father was, and if he was one of the men that were always around.
So I posed the question to her. Apparently she had already explained her whole
life story to my teenage sister, and it went rather well, because at least she
had a father. How would she explain it to me?

Well, she told me every shocking detail of her life, and I took it rather well,
even though she was in tears by the time it was finished. I was rather selfish
then-just so long as her big bucks kept rolling in, I did not care. Afterwards,
though, I began to see my mother in a whole new light. I was almost 11-years-
old and was beginning to get curious about girls. Now I began to see my mother
as just another girl that I had a crush on. After all, she was beautiful-far
better than any middle-school girls I knew. It became so that I began to peek
in on her whenever she "entertained" a man. I was amazed at what I saw each and
every time. (My favorite was her sessions with a man named Clark. He was a
strong, handsome man, and my mother seemed to enjoy her sessions with him the
best. She would do anything he asked.)

The situation only got worse, as I grew older and began developing and going
through hormonal changes. The more I saw what a whore she was, the more I
wanted to explore her and enjoy her. I no longer had any interest in girls my
age. I wanted the best. I went through about two years of this. When I first
discovered masturbation, all I could think of was my mother wrapping her lips
around my horny, young cock or letting me ride her as she clamped her bare
thighs around my muscular waist.

I was barely a teenager and my mother was in her mid-thirties when I first
asked her for sex. I did not care about the age difference or the incest taboo
(I even went to the library to look up info on incest), I could not take it
anymore. Years of snooping in on her as she fucked every man who wondered up to
the door with a wad of money and a boner and left each and every one satisfied
(while I was left with only thought of her) frustrated me. Surprisingly she
seemed rather calm when I asked her for sex. She explained that she "couldn't
now, but maybe in the future." The fact that she phrased it like that meant two
things, either A)she was dicking me around or B)she was a bigger slut than I
even realized.

Either way, she surely changed after I first propositioned her. She dressed
very sexily. Often she would prance around the house in bra and panties-nothing
else. Just as often she would allow me quick peeks at her crotch and tits by
not wearing underwear or by changing in front of me. Once, though, she even
entered my room completely naked and claimed that she thought I was asleep.
When she "realized" I was not asleep, it became evident she was in no hurry to
leave my room.

She now left the door wide-open when she had a client, encouraging me to see
what I was missing. I often thought she wanted me to rape her. I know I often
felt like it. You have to understand, I was around 13 at the time. Besides
school, I had few other places to go to escape this torture. To make matters
worse, when I turned 13 or so, she started to slow her workrate down
considerably. Oh sure, there was always a man or two each weekend night, but it
was not like the old days. That meant that she had more time to fuck with me.
She even spoke of looking for a legitimate job. Every day I asked her for sex,
and every day she declined. By the time I turned 14 I had had enough of it, but
she only increased the sexual tension between mother and son. For example, she
now would "accidentally" brush up against my cock, and moan and giggle if she
found it to be hard, nearly enticing it into an orgasmic explosion.

That summer of was the longest summer of my life. I had no summer job. My
sister (there'll be more on her later) was preparing for college, and my mother
was home all day, either fucking men or breaking my spirits. On Labor Day
weekend, the dam broke. I had already entered high school and wanted to get on
with my life. Here the kids were a little more knowledgeable and I got some
ribbing from those who knew about my mother. I was the proverbial Big 'Ol Texas
Boy though, and would kick the ass of whoever talked about her. There were
things I wanted to explore-sports, girls, etc.-but there was one thing I wanted
to accomplish first in order to wipe the slate clean. I wanted to fuck my
mother.

My sister had already left for college and I had a long weekend away from
school. My mother had planned a weekend vacation away from her "job." That left
just my mother and I in the house. Friday night was not a problem, if I
remember correctly, I think she went out and did not come home until it was
late. The next day I awoke to find a note from my mother saying that she had
gone jogging. I was hoping that she would be gone for a long time and I would
have some reprieve from her enticement. She came back looking hotter than ever
in a sweaty white tanktop and tight lycra shorts. Her hair was pulled back to
show her pretty face and her body glistened with her sweat. She greeted me and,
in anticipation of showering, she immediately began disrobing beginning with
her shoes and socks.

Then she peeled off her shorts right in the living room, exposing her sexy
satin panties that were gleaming with moisture. Lastly she removed her top and
her pert, lovable tits sprang out. She was driving me wild with this show and
she knew it. There was no doubt that she wanted to own me-my body and my mind.
My cock's growth subsided a bit as she briefly left the room to grab a towel,
but when she re-entered the living room on her way to the bathroom, she was
completely naked. Her tight, wet body seemed like an angel's as the morning sun
shone on her. I couldn't take it anymore.

She told me she was taking a shower and entered the bathroom, closing the door
behind her. With my dick throbbing furiously, I sprang up from the couch. Like
a machine, I removed my shorts and top and marched into the bathroom. In there
I found her reaching into the medicine cabinet, her taut ass wiggling as she
stretched her body out to reach the top shelf. She turned around in surprise,
but before she could say anything, I grabbed her around her waist and slammed
her against a the wall. She screamed, but I immediately covered her mouth with
mine. I was not that good at french kissing, but I knew enough that I let my
tongue slip in her mouth as we exchanged an incestuous embrace. She clawed at
my back, and moaned, as she met my kiss with equal force. From there I let my
tongue and lips work their way down her salty, sweaty, naked frame. I tasted
her neck, her tits, her stomach, her cunt, her thighs, and then her tantalizing
ass. When my lips met her asscheeks, for some reasons she began to get nervous.

She reached behind and pushed my head away. She said, "It's not time yet." But
I was like an animal. She was going to pay. When she asked me to leave, I
grabbed her strongly by her legs and she fell forward onto me. She screamed
again as I turned her over onto the bathroom floor. But then I looked at the
fear in her eyes and I started having second thoughts. Now I never really cried
much when I was younger, but right then I felt like it. I felt ashamed-as if it
was all my fault.

I got up and stormed into my bedroom, still horny and angry with myself. I laid
there for about 5 minutes contemplating how my relationship would be with my
mother. I heard her open the bathroom door. I wanted to disappear or suddenly
wake up and realize it was all a bad dream. But as I heard her delicate
footsteps coming back to my room, I realized that this was reality.
Furthermore, I also realized that I was still naked and erect. This would be
the first time my mother saw me this way. I wanted to cover myself up, but I
said "Fuck it." She entered my room wearing only a green satin robe that was
not even tied up.

From the redness of her eyes it appeared as though she had been crying, and I
imagined her huddled up naked on the bathroom floor sobbing because her
insatiably horny son tried to rape her. I hated myself. She took a seat on my
bed, her back to me. The silence was overwhelming. Then she turned to me and
whispered "I'm sorry." I said nothing and she went on saying how she was wrong
to try to attract me. She continued that she wanted out of the prostitution
business, but that she still loved being with men and she loved having men want
her. Her plan was to build up my desire for her continuously so that when she
got out of prostitution, she would "initiate" me and have me to fall back on
when she needed it. In short, she wanted to stop hooking, but have an exciting,
sex-filled relationship with no obligations. She wanted me to be the man of the
house that she never had permanently.

I finally broke my silence when I asked her when I would be "initiated." She
told me I was still way to young, since I was only 14. However, she must have
noticed the disappointed look on my face when she said I'd have to wait
"another year or two," because she placed her hand in between my thighs, next
to my still-hard cock. Startled, I asked her what she was doing. She said that
she would give me a blow job if I forgave her for everything. That was too good
a deal to pass up, even if I didn't forgive her, so I agreed. She smiled and
gave me a peck on the cheek, then, just as I had done in the bathroom minutes
before, she dragged her tongue down my body.

Her cunt, and her still-sweaty stomach and tits each ran over my pulsating dick
as her cute little mouth made its way down to my teenage piece. She grabbed
hold of my inner thighs and pushed them out wide so that she was enclosed by my
lower body. When she grabbed onto my cock, she gasped-not at its size, so much-
but at the fact that she was about to do the forbidden, she was about to suck-
off her son. Undaunted, she ran the point of her tongue around the head of my
dick and giggled as some clear pre-cum stuck to her lower lip. As I gently ran
my fingers through her hair she slowly dropped her head down and took the whole
length of my cock until her nose hit my pubic hair. Seductively, she slowly
dragged her mouth back up while she savored the taste of her son's genitals.

I moaned in ecstasy and told her I loved her. Then with her free hand she
reached around and grabbed hold of my asscheek. She engulfed my dick again and
started to slowly suck. My hand were guiding her mouth onto my cock as we began
to get into a rhythm. I was so excited that I swore I was seeing stars. As she
sucked I began to pump my piece into her mouth and we began moving like a well-
oiled machine. The heat was unbearable and she kept picking up her pace. We
were both moaning and groaning in pure lust. She wanted to taste her son and I
wanted to give it to her. Faster and faster we moved as the clamp she had on my
ass got harder and harder. This was so forbidden, so erotic.

The faster we moved the more violent it seemed. I never wanted it to end-
faster and faster and faster and harder and harder and harder-I was crying out
in joy. Suddenly she removed her free hand from my ass and removed her robe
with it, doing so while never breaking stride on my cock. Her being naked made
the pleasure that much more intense, as I was able to see the small amount of
fat she had on her ass ripple with each slurp on my cock. She was going crazy
and I was about to reward her efforts. All of a sudden she stopped and started
kissing my chest again. Then she moved her mouth up to mine and we began
kissing again.

My wet cock was nearly in her bald, wet pussy. I grabbed her ass and rolled
over on top of her-the same situation that we were in in the bathroom. But this
time it was different. This time we were a couple of degenerates who knew what
we wanted. She started telling me to fuck her. I couldn't believe it, but I had
no time to think about it. Our desires needed quenched. I rammed my cock into
her, and she cried out in pleasure when I first slammed in. She wrapped her
gorgeous legs around my waist (just as I always thought about it when I
masturbated) and I began pumping her. Her tits jiggled up and down with each
furious thrust of her son's forbidden fruit.

Now, I admit that since I was a virgin, I was inexperienced at it, even though
I watched my mother go at it numerous times. Luckily we were both so hot and
ready that I didn't have to do much. She grabbed hold of my neck as we both
anticipated what was coming. As our lips met again, I exploded in her, sending
loads of teenage spunk into her 36-year-old cunt. At the same time, her juices
flowed out all over my dick and down her hot thighs onto the bed. I had finally
accomplished my goal. I was back in the pussy I first emerged from.

Even as my dick softened, I still kept pumping her, our genitals squishing with
moisture as we savored every moment. Finally I collapsed onto her very sweaty
body, my soft dick still inside her. Once we caught our breaths, I looked into
her eyes and knew she was pleased. We made out like two long-lost lovers and I
spent the remainder of that day satisfying her in every way possible. She
taught me the finer points of oral sex, and immediately I loved doing it to
her. I even got so bold that I stuck a few fingers, and then a tongue, in her
asshole. She orgasmed every time. Even if I wasn't that good, she would still
cum knowing that she was being this intimate with her son.

The weekend progressed like that. We were always naked and always in bed or in
the shower. We explored each others' bodies with our genitals, our fingers, and
our mouths. We were insatiable-we hardly slept or ate until Monday night. I
hated to leave for school Tuesday morning-I hated to be torn apart from her for
a second. She didn't want me to leave either. I never went to school again. Now
I never had that many close friends, but for the next few months, that
situation only got worse. I was only with my mother and she was only with me.

But despite that fact, the next few months were a whirlwind. By the end of
September, my mother had quit prostituting. By November, content with her now-
15-year-old lover, my mother spoke of moving. By Christmastime, we had a city
picked out where we were going to start out all over. My mother had already
found a good-paying job there and an affordable place to live. My sister was
quite surprised at all that transpired when she first heard the news. She was
even more surprised when she found out about the bond between her mother and
brother. As she always is, though, she was understanding. However, she was
reluctant to join in because of college and a boy she met there. (Honestly, I
think that A LOT of my mother's whore genes were passed along to her.)

As you know, we moved in the beginning of February. My mother started working
and I went back to school. I made a lot of friends and no one knew that my
mother was a whore in the past. I was able to catch up by going to classes that
summer and by the time I SHOULD have been a sophomore, I WAS a sophomore. My
sister was doing great at college, and mom was happy at work. When she got home
at five, she had a bite to eat, and we would spend the rest of the night naked
in bed-fucking or cuddled up watching TV. Life was great. When my sister came
home for the summer she found the whole situation wonderful, even though she
was still reluctant to join in our group. That was fine by us, as we continued
our wild sexual ways until the end of the year, by which time I was 16.

However, things changed by the middle of my sophomore year. My mother began to
LOVE me. Conversely, I began to LOVE her. What I mean was that we began to love
each other in a romantic way-as a husband and wife do. It was one thing to just
love the sex, or to love each other as "normal" families do...but to "fall in
love" with your mother?? Or to fall in love with your son?? It was getting way
too serious, and we both realized it. Sadly, we agreed that we had to stop,
before we did permanent, serious harm to one another. I missed the constant
sex, but life went on rather well. I joined a lot of clubs and teams at school
and, more importantly, met a lot of girls who could satisfy my needs. My mother
began socializing more and met a man. Was this the end of a once-great
relationship??

The rest of my high school life was pretty normal. I went to parties, met
girls, played sports, and did well in classes. As you know, I played soccer
well enough to gain a scholarship to a college an hour away from my home (I now
just finished my first semester at college). My sister graduated college with
honors and almost immediately found a good-paying job. My mother was able to
start all over with a man she met at work who was 10 years younger than her,
and at the age of 38, almost 39, she was again engaged to be married. She was
happy and I was happy for her. Although I did miss the sex, I had a girlfriend
I met as a senior in high school and we planned to go to college together-she
was able to satisfy all my needs. However, the whole situation fell apart this
past summer.

In June, my mother and her fiance broke off the engagement. There were numerous
reasons, the most important of which was the age factor-he was not yet 30 and
wanted to go out and party all night, she wanted to stay in and have sex all
night. The break-up really left her broken up and she swore off men for awhile.
Unbelievable as it may seem, it was the truth. Seeing her sitting around every
night got me to thinking, though. I knew I could satisfy her-I knew I could
cure her. But deep down, I knew that I wanted to fuck her not for her, but for
me. I guess it is true-you never really forget your first one. I missed the
forbidden excitement that sex with my mother brought about. My girlfriend was
great, but she did not have the experience in pleasing a man like my mother
did. While I would fuck my girlfriend, I honestly would see my mothers face
writhing in ecstasy when I looked down on her. She was the ideal woman for me,
I just did not want to admit it. I ached to feel her sexy body joined with
mine.

Time went by like this and I kept thinking so much about the sheer joy of my
past relationship with my mother that I began to neglect my girlfriend. I was
back to masturbating about her, and, as a result, when my girlfriend wanted
sex, I never felt like giving it to her. By the beginning of August, I was back
to asking my mother for sex. Once again she declined the first few times,
citing my relationship with my girlfriend. So I once again decided to take
matters in my own hands.

It was a brutally hot Friday night, and I came home at about 1 AM after
attending a going-away party for a friend of mine who was entering the
military. My girlfriend was working, so I did not have to worry about her. When
I arrived home, I noticed that my sister was still out and my mother was
already in bed. Noticing all those girls at the party in their short shorts and
skin-tight tops made my balls ache. I knew where to find the ultimate solution
to that problem and I decided that tonight was the night.

I undressed in the hallway and quietly stepped into her bedroom while sporting
an erection. I was happy to find her fast asleep, her mouth was erotically open
as if it was an invitation to shove my boner down her throat. Due to the heat,
she was sprawled out on top of her covers, dressed in only white panties and a
white t-shirt. Dressed in all white and perfectly silent, she seemed almost
virginal. Approaching her bed, I began to realize that I was not embarking on
this with nervousness or fear, but with confidence and anticipation.

I climbed onto her and straddled her luscious thighs with my knees-my erect
penis jabbing at her loins. I bent down and kissed her on her lips, and she
awoke in shock to see her loving, fully naked son hovering above her in the
moonlight. When she asked me what I was doing, I replied with a soft "I think
you know," and a seductive, naughty smile emerged from her lips as she massage
my thighs with her hands. I then ran my hands slowly up her stomach, dragging
her loose-fitting top over her head. Her tits bounced out proudly, as if they
were welcoming me back. But, once again, I was not in it for the romance, I
wanted a good, hard fuck from my mother. So instead of concentrating on her
tits, I immediately removed her panties.

Her still-bald cunt was already glistening in the faint light. However as I
prepared to perform some oral sex, she told me to stop. When I looked at her
face in the pale light, I noticed a distressed look. I could not believe that I
had gotten that far, and she would not allow me to be intimate again with her.
She asked me to lay next to her and I unwillingly obliged. She could not even
look me in the eyes as she explained why she felt we shouldn't have sex
anymore. She was afraid of repeating what happened in the past, and she was
afraid of fucking up our futures. I assured her that this would not be a
permanent thing, and I assured her that I felt that our relationship in the
past was a great help to me.

She was not buying it (frankly, neither was I). So I placed my hand on her nude
thigh and began caressing it, and I asked her point blank if the times she had
me were not the best times of her life. She was silent, but I knew she agreed.
Then I moved closer toward her, letting my cock rest on her thigh-the head of
it just inches away from her canal. She gasped at the warm feeling on her hip,
and began caressing my penis as if it were a pet. As she handled it she noted
that it had grown a lot since the last time she had seen it. Right then, I knew
the acceptance was there.

She looked at her son and smiled, and again I planted my lips on hers as I
gently fondled her wet cunt. She was breathing heavily as I worked it over with
my fingers while I sucked on her erect nipples. From there I moved further
downward as I placed my head in between her steaming thighs and inhaled her
scent before attaching my mouth to her sultry, well-fucked pussy. She clamped
my head with her lean thighs and her feet pounded on my back as I lapped up her
juices. For about two minutes I teased her genitals with my tongue and lips as
I prepared it for the re-entrance of my piece.

When I began she was quietly reminding herself that she "should not do this,"
but after a minute or so, my mother was screaming aloud, commanding me to fuck
her. I willingly and quickly obliged as I slammed my bulging cock in her
waiting vagina. Just as she had years ago, she quickly wrapped her naked legs
around my waist, but, unlike my virgin experience, I was more experienced.
Incestuous lust engulfed us as we violently slammed against each other's hot,
sweaty bodies. The feel of her orgasming cunt spasm on my dick brought me to
orgasm-only this time I removed by dick just in time to shoot load after load
on her stomach and tits.

She rubbed my taboo semen into her tanned, soft skin as I slipped a few fingers
and my tongue in her vagina and milked all the cream out of her. We were in
heaven as we nakedly embraced and exchanged passionate kisses. It was the first
time in months that were both so happy. We were degenerates, but we did not
care. I worked over her whole body just as I did the night I lost my virginity
to her. Once again I was amazed at her ability to cum time and time again. I
was also amazed at the fact that she looked and felt just about the same, maybe
even better.

My sister came home around 3 AM to find us giggling and rolling around in bed.
Once again she just laughed and went to bed herself. We were up until 5 AM
going at it until we fell asleep in each others' arms. Since that night, little
has changed. I broke up with my girlfriend a week before college started in
September. She accused me of cheating (I guess I was, somehow!!) and
transferred schools. Due to my commitments at school and my mother's
commitments at work, our situation is different than what it was over 4 years
ago. It is not like the 24 hours a day/7 days a week fuck sessions we used to
have. Although I commute to school, I have many classes and a job that keep me
busy, and she works weekdays until 6 PM. That only leaves the early mornings
before we leave and the nights after 7 PM each weekday. We always find time for
one fuck a day, however, we usually have the whole weekends to ourselves, and
we make the most of them.

Like I said before, our first experience with incest was ruined because we
"fell in love" with each other like we never should have, but now we also have
social lives that we never had before-even sleeping with other people (but we
must provide details to each other the next day). One other thing that has
changed is that we are now trying to recruit my sister into our games. I know
it seems odd that she never participated even though she knew about the incest,
but as I have stated, she is very easy-going and tolerant of my mother and
myself. She is now 23-years-old and she is hot. I mentioned before that she was
a bit of a slut, but she is a bit calmer now. Either way, she is a picture of
beauty-about 5' 7" with large B-Cup breasts.

As I stated, she has never participated with my mother and me, but she has
watched often and enjoys it. The farthest she has gone so far was to remove her
shirt and let me watch her massage her breasts while my mother was sucking my
dick. I am sure she enjoys the open lifestyle of our home, it has gotten to the
point that my mother and I walk around naked and my sister walks around the
house topless. I know I treasure it when she playfully grabs at my cock and
when I sneak up behind her to squeeze her plump ass. Every once and awhile she
will let me see her beautiful pussy, possibly the nicest I have ever seen. I
begged her to let me see it after I noticed how the lips can often protrude out
of her panties, creating a bulge that would drive any man insane. The wait was
well worth it-she is almost clean-shaven like her mother, but there is a dark
wisp of pubic hair above the luscious lips. One day, I hope we can "initiate"
her before she finds a place of her own to live. If not, though, I will still
have the inviting body of my mother to go to. We both know that it will have to
end someday, so we are savoring each incestuous moment we can, loving every bit
of it.

So there you have it Aunt Terri, the story of our lives. I apologize if I got
to graphic, but your sister said you'd probably enjoy it, since you were quite
a sexual person yourself. Anyway, we had three reasons for writing it: 1) so
your sister could finally confess her sexual past to someone, 2) so you
wouldn't be surprised by our activity if we decided to stay for the summer, and
3) because your sister mentioned that you might want to join the fun, since
you've been kind of lonely since you broke up with your boyfriend. To be
honest, Aunt Terri, I be delighted if you joined our group, as I have
fantasized about you since I began fucking. My mother told me of your desire to
have a child before you get too old, and I would be happy to provide all of the
semen I could. Looking forward to hearing from you and especially seeing you.
Hopefully, though, this cleared the air, and if you still want us to spend the
summer, do not hesitate to answer.

Love,
Todd

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