"Ok Emily, it's your turn!" Amanda turned to Emily, her long brunettehair tied neatly back in a ponytail. "Truth or Dare?!" Errr Truth..." Emily was a...little unsure. She seemed shy and a bitnervous."Which boy at school do you like?!" Amy blurted out. "And you can't sayno one, you have to tell us!"The girls giggled, anticipating Emily's answer. Emily blushed. Who didshe like? Her mind drew a blank. She couldn't think of any boys fromschool. No one came to mind at all. Her friends demanded an. As I got out of my car that evening and wandered in through the doors of the services, I did so at the same time as another guy, taller and older than me, it seemed we were both heading for the gents toilets, and we seemed to be at pace with each other, for some reason trying to get their first. As we entered the gents, he did so slightly before me, he hovered at a urinal, as I choose one a few away from him he turned and entered a cubicle, perhaps put off by the way I dress, baseball cap and. This time, she really could conceive another man’s child!Surely not even a long-standing cuckold like me could just stand there and watch as a stranger filled his wife’s fertile womb with real, live sperm!Surely any real man would step in and stop it before it was too late!Surely what little was left of the real man in me would overcome the hopeless cuckold that actually wanted this terrible thing to happen!“MmmmmmMMMM YYEEESSSSS!”Alice’s voice through the glass grew louder and more passionate. Green lawns, cozy ranchers and several two-story homes dotted along the street, it seems like a quiet neighborhood. At least the ad didn't lie about that, unlike most of the other apartments and houses you looked at during your search for a new home. "Right," you mumble. "322 Pickerton Ave. This is it."Hesitating for just a moment, you steel yourself and knock on the double-story house's front door. "I'll get it," you hear a girl's voice sound from inside.The door opens and a petite girl with.