Parson, I would like to apologize about last night. I went on the defensive." There is no need to apologize; I was just a voice on the phone. I confes...s I didn't know how to approach the subject. I realize it could be misunderstood." Let's start again. My name is Sabrina Zwicewicz."She offered her hand. When I touch her, I can feel the electricity. Her lips are full and calling me to kiss her. Again, my mind is running wild! Her scent seems to have targeted my growing erection."I am Don Parson.. It was incredible. This was so amazing. I had such a hot stud for a son. I pressed my tits tighter about his shaft, working my breasts up and down them, loving him. His precum stained my inner slopes.“Fuck, Mom!” he groaned. “I’m going to cum all over your tits if you keep doing that.”“Cum on Mommy’s tits!” I moaned. “Do it! Mommy wants that! Mommy wants to just love you.““I do,” groaned Billy, “but I also want to be in your pussy, Mom! I have to be in you!”“Oh, I want my son back in me!” I. "Oh, Hello," she said, surprised to see him. "Who are you?" Alistair," he stammered. "Alistair Stirling. How do you do." I'm Chrissie De Coursey," she said, "I live in the big house." Sheheld out her hand to him. He walked from his cover, took her hand andshook it. She noticed it was trembling slightly."Nice to meet you Alistair." She said. "Where did you come from?" I live in one of the estate cottages. I was walking through the woodswhen I heard you splashing about in the water." Would you. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious.