Female bisexuality, it seemed was not only acceptable now to the public, but it was now considered ‘en vogue’ for the other ‘A’ list celebrity...women to flaunt not only their male bed partners, but also now their female ones… even inventing a few if necessary. All apparently trying to ‘out-slut’ their rivals. It was a golden age for the tabloid press for the next year or two, and speculation as to which of my women was going to be the first to bear one of my children soon became a more important. As she fingered herself. I noticed the ring though her pussy. I got behind her and pushed myself into her. She was inviting, enthusiastic, and very vocal. She said how fertile she was and that if she was not on the pill I’d be a father by morning. For some reason it did not scare me off but made me pound her all the harder. When we finished we laid together silently just enjoying each other’s embrace. She made a really late breakfast for us in the nude which only enhanced my appetite leading. And they all disapproved. She knew this because she also felt a warmth building inside her. And those embers threatened to reach out of herself. To show themselves to whomever may see. She pushed harder into the tight space between her thighs pushing apart with slender hands against her instinctual tension to keep shut, tightly shut. Tightly shut against a glistening warmth. And her thighs began to quiver. She quickly glanced over her shoulder, blonde hair tossed, sucking in a gasp. Shimmers. We got up and walked out the door and embraced and kissed while people looked at a young girl kissing a guy old enough to be her father, I understand there looks because my hands were around her waist under her shirt enjoying her soft skin. Politely I walked her to her car and closed the door then talked for several minutes more discretely glancing downward, Stephie always has the top two buttons undone so my eyes go far down not seeing her boobs that must be hiding. Then she turns to the side.