Well after I got out of the Army I wanted to study to be a NASA Engineer. I went to college where there were a lot of peace love dope types and I felt...totally out of place in this new crazy word of d**gs, acid rock music and stupidity. I knew I was mentally and physically different from the immature k**s in college. My service in Vietnam had really toughened me up physically and mentally. I was a man surrounded by a bunch of teenagers. But things were not all that bad, I reconnected with some. .The CuckoldFirst Question, Are Cuckolds homosexual? What is their attraction to promiscuous women? Are they under some magic spell or are they half-sane? Do they seek a partner with being a Cuckold in mind or are they introduced to the life by the woman? Are they secure in their position with the HW or do they oblige out of fear of losing the HW? How are the offspring of the Cuckold affected by the lifestyle of the parents? Does the Cuckold see the Bull as a human or something else?QOSI've. “You’re really crazy,” I insisted, staring hard at her, then swallowing. I had to pull up my skirt to reach my panties, and with all the nervous wiggling I did to get it up without standing from the seat and drawing the other passengers’ attention to me, it was suddenly bunched around my waist. My cheeks started to burn. “Nice stockings,” Tamara praised, running a finger over the hem and tickling my thigh. “You’ve got pretty thighs, I bet you’re running a lot.” I could only nod, but then she. Granted they were perfectly weighted silicon breasts which were fixed to her skin by medical grade adhesive but they looked and felt totally natural.There was now tell tale bulge visible, even though one leg was raised a little and the other pushed toward the camera. Thighs parted slightly revealed a very feminine looking profile thanks to the very tight extremely sheer thong that held everything back between the legs and tight up into the abdomen. It had been uncomfortable at first, even.