He smiled and seemed pleased and I frowned a bit. "Your fertile baby. I can't wait to fill you with the seed that made you so we can have our own baby... I also can't wait to see your tummy grow big and round and see your tit's swell with milk." He moaned out, opening my legs to him. He ran his fingers over my bald slit and I gasped out loud. It felt amazing, even if it was my daddy doing it."You're wet little girl. Does that turn you on? Being your daddy's pregnant little breeding slut? It makes. The middle-aged couples trying to ignore our existence or shielding their c***dren’s eyes from us. But it didn’t faze us. We went back to the bar for one last drink, our conversation turns to love and relationships.I couldn’t keep my eyes off her and nor could I stop telling her all the reasons why. Within seconds we finished our drinks and found ourselves in one of the many corridors. I pushed her up against the wall as she grabbed my collar and pulled me close.Her lips touching mine and my. She knew how much Marissa loved to watch her touch herself. Jen giggled as Marissa growled huskily, “Fuuuuck… you are such a tease.” Her giggles stopped short, mischief giving way to passion as Marissa dropped down, diving in without warning. Her tongue sought out the musky taste of Jen’s desire, slipping over the soft folds without hesitation to lap up the sticky mess. She loved the taste. It was almost spicy but like nothing else she could name. She’d been with girls before Jen but each was. This had started, interestingly enough, after I'd been telling him about my various weekend adventures with a number of dissatisfied married white women; who's husbands, I had explained, had a lot of money, but not much interest, or even the capacity, to satisfy their wives sexually---and, as a result, these women I'd gotten to know had began to look for other 'alternatives'; mainly (and very intriguingly for me) with younger, eager, black guys like me, who were more than willing, and above all.