I want fucking, and I want to be inseminated, and he must witness it happening." Its what I do," I agreed, adding quickly, "fuck women that is to say....She laughed, "I thought so. Do you give them babies too?" When I can," I agreed, "I always try to do that, even if the woman is not expecting it. I'm terrible like that." Well I want a baby and my husband is not going to be the father," she said, "he's too much of a wimp and I want good quality sperm. I'll see if yours is good enough." Its good. First as a group, then as couples. We even made sure Mrs. Carol got one of Holly and I together, as well as Keith and Linda. Then came one of each of us individually, including one I had Mrs. Carol take special. I had Holly turn so her back was 2/3 of the way towards the camera, then turn around so she faced it. It was the classic “Betty Grable Cheesecake” pose, and the effect on me (and probably Keith) was stunning. And this way her tail was obvious, as was how tight her outfit was against her. With her left hand holding the phone and scrolling, her right hand slides back towards her slickened interior. Finding her clitoris again, Susan starts reading. Slow, deliberate rotations around her clit, and the inspiration of the story gears Susan up. Starting lightly, barely applying pressure, her right index finger rolls around the nib. Something she never really understood about people was their insistence that the clit must be approached like a punching bag. Instead, Susan wished people. They were all wearing gigantic Afrowigs in every color of the rainbow and were dancing a kind of frenzied jigas they passed; most of them were drinking out of much-depleted liquorbottles. Nearby, a small stage was set up, on which a trio of drag queens insequined gowns was lip-synching to a stream of disco hits, which camescreeching over the sound system, briefly drowning out the louder music thatcame from further down the lakeshore."My God," murmured David, "It's like Wigstock The Movie!" Jeez.