The woman I crave just moved into the house across the street to be the nanny. Big tits, big hips — damn she makes me hard. Running my chain of auto-shops means I’m a busy man. Problem is I have no one to share my success with. When Molly needs a cup of sugar, she comes knocking on my door. She’s asking for something sweet, but her eyes tells me she wants something filthy. I can see it now: her in my kitchen, barefoot and pregnant — ready for me to bring home the bacon. Dear Reader, Major is a real man who knows what he kneads. It’s time for him to be the Bred Winner Molly has always dreamt about. xo, frankie