You wanted to bea sissy. You wanted titties. You wanted to wear dresses and blow guys inbars."I stared at her. "Don't fuck us up, Molly. Please." Refe... ot me as Mistress." Please." Well, in cuckoldry, there are three desires at play. The bull gets tofuck someone else's wife. His motivation is simple. He wants his rocksoff. The wife, on the other hand, is more complicated. She loves herhusband, no matter what you read. She wants to quench his thirst. And,of course she gets sex. But the cuckold,. Next day I and Akansha met each other in the park of our colony and we started discussing about the problem of Seema. Many suggestions came in our mind like test tube baby, IVF etc. but they all were very costly, after some time out of nowhere I got an idea of sperm donor and I told Akansha that I can donate my sperm to Seema as I know the track record of mine with you that how many times I have made you pregnant, on listening this Akansha scolded me like hell.But after due persuasion she got. She had short blond hair, chubby but not obese.. But I could not see her face. The guy looked at me from time to time. As it was too crowded I decided that I had no chance there for now. However the crowd dissipated later as the couple still stayed there - I figured that the guys realized that they did not want to play with them and I decided to see if they would be interested in a CD maybe. And I was right. The guy welcomed me to join them and as I did go down on my knees the lady stopped. I ducked my own head, struck by that silent communication they shared. Thinking back to my brief time in bondage I got an inkling of what she was talking about. After they'd left me, I'd given myself up to the moment. I hadn't realized what a gift that lemon they'd handed me was until I'd made lemonade of it -- gallons of it.I also realized what a hard thing it is to be a mom, a single mom, always wondering and worrying -- about paying the bills, about making sure there's clean laundry, about.