CHARLES AND DAUGHTERS

Charles point of view.

My beautiful kind heart Milan came up with this beautiful plan of how to get male children.

And not just that, she raised the money to do so.

In a month's time, she made the arrangements and six young women came to America.

They were so excited about being in America. Two of the six were so ugly. I would not even be horny if they were naked in front of me.

I try not to embarrass them. They are not created by themselves after all, not to mention two of them were even older than me.

I made it known to them that it was a mistake that we only needed women.

They wish to see America before they go back to Italy, which I did. Why not? We still have lots of money left. I mean the money my lovely wife raised for the project.

The remaining four ladies were put in four different apartments not too far from each other. The rent for a whole year has been paid already.

The time soon came for us to commence our contracts.

Damn! Italian girls, hairy pussies .

None of them shaved. They all kept it unshaven to the extent that I had to push away their hair with my fingers before I could make my way to their holes.

Normally, if I could rate my order, I would give it eight out of ten. Just the remaining two were because I can't rate them over my wife.

Even with that profession of theirs, they maintained their bodies, and they were sexy in all sorts of sexual styles.

Though their holes were well wide except for the oldest of them named Giulia, she was thirty-two years old at the time.

There was also Alessandro. She was about nineteen years old then, and she was the youngest of them.

I always visit them each twice every other week. Whenever I get to Alessandro's apartment, she stops whatever she's doing and goes straight to the bathroom for a shower as I wait in the sitting room.

She always walked right through my innocent view fully naked with a perfect waist twisting that always turns me on.

Once she got to the entrance of the bedroom, she stopped and looked back at me to call me with her index finger. An invitation to come and join her in bed for the sex I came for.

You just can't resist her, trust me, Alessandro is damn too sexy.

Once she called with her index finger, I put off my clothes and joined her in the bedroom.

Getting to the bedroom, she had always already positioned herself. She's kneeling and resting her chest face down on the bed, and with her hips, waist and buttocks high up.

My only job is to spread the hair blocking the plain view of her both up and down holes, and start moving my already standing hard in and out of her with ease.

Eight months later, Alessandro was in the labor room. I don't know why it was her first, but I can trace that to the fact that I had it best and enjoyed it the most with her.

In the labor room, it took the nurses and doctors some hours before she could deliver the baby.

I was praying it was a boy, but it was a girl.

I was damned, the result from the labor room shows that it was a wrong investment.

The doctor said it took so long to deliver because it was her first time... Who cares, all I wanted was a boy and not the girl she gave birth to.

A couple of months later, all the others completed giving birth, and they all failed. They all gave birth to females. What a very big disappointment. I got mentally down afterward.

Milan's point of view 

It's been seven months since our clients disappointed us, and my husband has not been himself since then.

He sits alone, he nags whenever I talk to him. He refuses to eat or even shave his bears, he hasn't ever trimmed his hair since then... In one word, he looks odd.

He's no longer the boy I fell in love with anymore, but I adapted to his new attitude.

We were looking for boys and all we got were girls, girls from all the four ladies. Not even a single one of them gave birth to a boy.

It saddens me each and every time I realize I sold my father's property for this.

And it didn't get us what we wanted. I was with Ace our second daughter one evening when I started hearing bangs.

I was panicked about what Charles my husband was up to. I was thinking about what he could be killing or trying to chase out the house.

Raccoon, thief or what, my head was full.

Charles was destroying our electronics. He was still so disappointed with the fact that all those clients gave birth to girls.

Having it at the back of my mind that he loved me so much. I got the courage to walk up to him and hold the baseball baton he was destroying things with.

"It's okay Charles, get over this and get yourself together!" I said to him.

He left the baseball baton in my hands, sat down and was sobbing.

I pulled his head to my chest and told him we should make love.

I wasn't after the sex, but who knows, I could perhaps give birth to a male child this time.

In a couple of months, his first words to me were, "We are getting rid of them all!" 

When I asked him what we are getting rid of, he said the mothers and the children.

 I told him and kind of reminded him that their contracts still last for months to come. He forced himself off my grip and said he would be back soon.

When my husband came back, he came back with four babies.

I asked him what we were going to do with them, he only told me, "Trust me! This would not affect you more than it has already done.

I was shocked when he told me their mothers were already on the next plane going to Italy.

That night, he cut similar marks on the infants' wrists, and injected them all with painkiller after he fed them well.

He then laid them to sleep. Before I woke up the next morning, my husband had already dropped four infants at four different orphanage homes.