Jasmine and I spent the next fifteen minutes doing what we've done almost since getting married. We pretend to take an interest in each others lives. ...'d rattle off some facts about my job that aren't even that interesting to me, and mean nothing to someone outside my industry and she'd drone on about her mother, or her sister. I don't really know what she was talking about. All I could hear was I'm a dirty tramp. That's all I've been able to hear since it happened.It was almost two weeks after. Various heights and races, and in various stages of undress, they presented quite a formidable challenge for the two dubious celebrity moms. And they knew that they were going to have to fuck their way through each of them if they wanted to win. At the announcer's command, eight of the men gathered around Nadya in front of her bed, while another eight of the men surrounded Kate. The two women were increasingly aroused by the lavascious, lust-filled glares that they were getting from their. The offenders were both attractive. N stopped, smiled at them and squeezed their cocks through their shorts. Her actions were not lost on the other spectators. N was in control and proudly walked the next few steps picking out her favorites. With a smile and a squeeze she invited attention from the spectators she found sexy. We finally got to the next to last booth and jumped inside and locked the door. Now it was my turn to kiss her lovely mouth, suck on her big tits and fondle and. Denise still occasionally missed having a real penis in her, and our living together had synchronized our ovulation cycles so I knew when she would be fertile. A plan began to form in my mind... In a few weeks "the day" came around. I suggested that we go out dancing, and she gladly accepted. We went out to a roadhouse bar, her wearing a short black skirt that would rise up as she spun around. Damn, she was hot! I was wearing tight jeans and one of those sheer black blouses that played.