New York
Dear Johnny,
Things have not been the same since you left. I hardly ever think about my pussy. I get the same way with chocolate. First I can't get enough and then if you so much as mention the word truffle I get queasy.
It's not that I get sick thinking of my pussy, it's just that it needs a rest. I guess worse things could happen to a girl. Did you have fun with Ingrid and me? I suppose we can get to be annoyingly demanding but we are both sooooo horny and we had a week alone to torment each other till you arrived. After sеven days we dying for your cock. thank god we found thosе Trojans in my cosmetics case cause we were gonna break down and use zip lock bags.
By the way I don't mind sharing you with Ingrid cause I love you both and I'd rather have you eating the same pussy I do at home than eating out. See you on the weekend!

Love XX
DITA