I headed for the last cubicle of eight, which I decided afforded me the greatest privacy for wanking, as it was the one that was the furthest from bot... the entrance and the urinal. On entering the cubicle I was disappointed to find that the door lock was broken, but as there was no one around I thought that it would be safe just to push it closed, and even then, because the other doors were open I guessed that anyone entering the toilets would go straight to one of the cubicles that were. The room, the rooms, were filled with tangible smells. Fresh cut flowers, Iris’s. The perfumes of a dozen women. The smell of freshly made and tailored bridesmaid’s gowns. The unmistakable smell of a vintage dress preserved. Silver jewelry draped off every shoulder. Women were rustling. Moving in a hurried and slowed pace to put on their gowns, to touch their makeup. The sound of heels stepping into light carpet, their echo’s softened, played across his ears. The silver jewelry jangled. It. " Paul is cool with this?" Certainly, because he wants me to be pregnant, so he can at last fuck a preggo. That's been a fantasy of his for a while, and it while be fulfilled soon, I hope. He will claim the child, to encourage men to knock me up." He'd bring up a child that he knew wasn't his, and say it is anyway?" Absolutely. He is sterile, due to some accident aboard a nuclear sub in the Navy, so any child would have to belong to someone else." Okay, well, in that case, I'm ready at any. ” Things were looking good for a fun night. My head was spinning from the whiskey and the expectations.We made our way back to our apartment like four friends. Once inside, Liam took charge. He handed James our digital video camera in a move that was obviously pre-arranged. I excused myself to the bathroom to freshen up my makeup.When I emerged all three men were standing in our bedroom, smiling. Their eyes ogled me and their passions showed. I was handed another whiskey, we toasted and downs.