We kissed tenderly and danced until the music changed.Partners swapped again, but we both escaped cloying hands and nearly ran to the nearest sofa. We...barely suppressed our nervous laughing as we spied on the other dozen couples, content to be, temporarily, voyeurs of all those willing exhibitionists. Drinks flowed even during the dirty dancing and some had already had too much. Those tipsy women were very slow to restore their released tits to their holsters so several tight nipples on. ‘Part of my interest in sociology is the media. How it behaves, what it covers. How that affects people as individuals, and society as a whole. Who owns the media, the phenomenon of the media cycle, etc. ‘But analyzing the media from a safe distance, and being at the center of the storm, are two different things entirely. I never truly understood the term ‘media circus’ until that Monday.’ ‘When your identity was revealed.’ ‘Yes.’ ‘It basically took three days?’ ‘Yes. Someone at the CDC. I start to move back and forth along you pussy with my cock. I feel the lips of your pussy sliding along my cock as I start to play with your clit. I can feel your getting wetter and wetter. After about a minute you lean back into me and say “Please fuck me.” Who am I to refuse such a request. On my next thrust forward I guide my cock into your pussy. You let out a moan that is a little to load and I see heads turn towards us. Your so tight and wet I let out a low grunt as I sink into you. I. From there on add a week to time you're grounded and also a week to how long you wear diapers. You hear me girls?" We nod in agreement, too afraid to say anything in response. "Girls, girls," she says with a sigh, "you may talk." "Mama, why us?" Robin asks, her lower lip quivering. "Why did you two ruin our happy lives together?" She starts weeping and buries her face in my dress. I hold her close and let her cry."I'm sorry Susa...Robin, Regina," she answers, gently stroking the top of Robin's.