Can’t find anyone to fuck me right now,” Kyle lamented.“What if we had a straight dude that fucks you behind his wife’s back,” Matt proposed...“They’d love that! Do you know someone?”“Me!”“Wh-What?”“Me! Am I not sexy enough,” Matt quizzed.“It’s not that. I just had no idea.”“Neither did I. But I’m horny as fuck and you don’t look half bad in that black wig with that stuffed bra.”“B-But, Nicki…”“We aren’t telling her. Remember?”“Y-Yeah!”“Let’s do it now if you can hide my face,” Matt said.“Hang on. Lucy sat back down. Eventually Bob spoke."It's a crazy world."Lucy was quiet for a little longer, and then asked a question."Do you think there's some kind of genetic component to all this?" You mean Mal and Randy?" Yes." I don't see how it could be genetic. I don't think they planned on doing anything together. It was supposed to be me and Mal, and him and Sam. In fact, when I asked Mal if she and Randy had gone all the way she laughed and said he was only for practice." So what changed it?" I. It was set for a slow pulse. Together the feeling was indescribable.She had been 9 long days without a climax, she had been brought to the edge on numerous occasions and this was sensory overload.Master pottered about making himself some lunch, ignoring her totally. She began to cum, and he still ignored her, the gag muffling her groans, still no reaction from him, on the back of the first came another climax, then another, the vibrators carried on buzzing away, another irresistible cum and she. She moved beyond self-doubt in her decision-making. She could see only so far, and instead of the maternal dream of having a home on some clear lake or cooking food for the father and her child, she was locked so suddenly into finding a decent job and an apartment. Sure she had ideas. She wanted to build a life with her son. Funny how dreams remain so simple, and yet to arrive at those dreams one has to cross streams of complexities, seas of conflict and confrontation, and oceans of.