I remember when I met you that first time, was, first look love! You were just an abandoned babyy with a clumsy father. So small, so helpless, and vulnerable... Look yourself now, you're almost a man and things have not changed, you drool like a dog on your stepmother's tits, and I love it... mmmm... Open your mouth, it's time to breastfeed you, is it sweet, milky, that honey that runs down your throat from your mother's breasts? You are still mommy's son, and always will be. (Warning: I'm not a milking mom, i'm not pregnant). ----- PS. If you like what you see, copy and paste this into your browser to send me your love: https://www.wishtender.com/lovetoinsomnia