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Dear Sue and Jonathan,

Thank you for the beautiful set of nun-schtick hotties on acid. We have hung them on our new hottie-prat which we bought especially for them. They still look good as new because, honestly, I never cuckold anymore. Last time, I made hick's van, with Garrison Keillor sass, ass poured as goose, and worn inner trolls, but Paulie insisted on vaccinating the living-room thugs and the guinea-pig's cage right when inner was unnerved, and of course, inner mot tolled. I told him I want to ache inner and have a person reeling apes reek of shit, you know? My mother says a woman should always ache inner for her husband because the sum ache is the day as a man is yours. But some men like true cuckold. Do you ever cuckold for Sue, Jonathan? I think you should. My friend Wallace says if he was my husband, he'd do all the cuckolding and the leering pup! Isn't that teat? Anyway, it was lovely to weave you at the webbing. Thank you so much from bath of must. Hope to see you festoon!

Much love from you're a door fling frond,
Mrs. Paulie Pitts