Looking down, she paused in her knife work. It did look like a log now, a small version of those the sawmill had been cutting for two years. Holding i... up, she examined the round end. A little smaller than she would have liked. Still, she could experiment with the notch. How deep should it be? Yet another good question. Carefully putting her blade to the soft wood, she marked out a random width. She then began to remove the wood in between.A chisel would be easier, but she had no way to secure. It had been the first time that he had ever made such a direct request. Of course, I wanted him to be first. I wanted to cuckold Mark right there and then with Alex. I sat there finding it hard to stay in control of my emotions. All I could say though was “How will we go about it?” Alex smiled and then went on to suggest a hotel. I listened intently as he explained his plan getting more excited with each passing moment. It was a bold plan but it was a tried and tested one. I hadn’t realised. Ujala was a terrific wife, mother, and lover. I wanted for nothing. After things settled down she approached me with a heartfelt request. She wanted to have a baby boy for me. Was there anything we could do? My vasectomy was permanent so another source of sperm was required. We talked about some options.One of them stuck in my mind. It was having a live sperm donor deliver the goods in the usual way. When I mentioned that in the throes of our screwing, she climaxed big time but was embarrassed. I asked her how I should handle it and she told me to do as I thought best. Well, I did. I am here with you and I wouldn't rather be with anyone else. These guys can put on all their fake charm. They are not getting into my panties – now or ever!"Andy nodded and leaned toward Regan."Would this be the wrong time to mention that you're not wearing any panties?" he whispered.Andy felt the tap on his shoulder and turned his head to see who was bothering him. He and Regan had been dancing for only a.