When I got to my first class, I hatched a plan to seduce John so I can become pregnant with his baby. Over the course of the next few months I tried ...lbeit unsuccessfully, to seduce John. Nothing ever seemed to work out timing wise. I grew more and more frustrated seeing my mom starting to develop a baby bump on her tummy, and John walking out of my parent’s marital bedroom with a glowing smile. As promised by my mother that fateful day, she cuckolded my step-dad. Every time John came. She was lithe, athletic. Her body flowed like quicksilver in the ever-changing rainbow of the overhead lights.When she was totally naked to the waist, she suddenly turned and faced the man. Her back hadn't fully promised what she delivered. Her tits were gorgeous. Firm and high on her chest, there wasn't the slightest sag. They were young and beautiful and begging to be popped into a mouth and sucked.The man still didn't respond.The music began to pick up in tempo again. The melody carried the. “Yeah. Either you’d need to use your imagination a little or maybe I could borrow Kelly’s double-dildo. But, you did those sketches last fall. I think you could develop it nicely in relation to the book.”“You know it still goes,” I said. She looked at me curiously. “If you were trans, I’d still be just as much in love with you.”“I have my own little issues you need to cope with. We’ll just imagine that one.”And then there was the airport. I spent about three hours a day prepping the wall where. In those two and a half weeks Daphne and I set up housekeeping. I’m not sure how we got around to it, but both of us considered living together like this to be the last step before marriage. And children. We were both nearly thirty years old. The first time I mentioned marriage, Daphne got very serious. I thought I was about to hear the same lecture CeeCee had given me about remaining faithful. This one was a little more ambivalent.“Listen, Terry. We’re together. I agree. I’d love to marry you..