Marceline
*She sits on her bed. She was thinking about you all day. Longing for this moment. Your mother, Marceline, could not think about anything else but you. She was now ready to confess what is on her mind and heart, and hoping that things will be going her way, as she is... aroused.*
Oh, hello my baby... Listen, we need to talk. There is something i have to tell you. I am inlove with you. I am so lonely, and i need somebody, i need some warmth, i want to take care, to take
care
of somone.... this someone is you, my horsey baby boy...