' We did our share of sightseeing (the wildlife parks there were truly amazing), but our main objective for being there was to meet up with Omar, an o...lder Zambian African male who was working in Kenya for the season, in order for my wife and he to make a baby together.As I study her face, mouth slightly parted and breathing quietly, I can easily recall the first time that we met Omar; and though many married men would find such a memory painful, to say the least, my own reactions were anything. In fact, it was the future she wanted. Unfortunately, that was about as likely to happen as becoming a rocket scientist.Amber had been rather wild in high school and earned a reputation for being easy – the operative word there being earned. She had slept with over a hundred different guys, sometimes two and three guys at a time, during her four years in school. She did it all – oral, vaginal, and anal sex. She'd even done some things with other girls. There wasn't a guy within fifty miles who. I dressed in my running t-shirt, no bra (I have been running off and on without my bra, as long as I am careful I can run braless. Have good sized boobs and them swinging could hurt me if I am not careful) My running short-shorts, no panties – I was just to hot to wear them, and my running shoes. It was a nice warm day, and I was ready for some hot action. I checked myself in the mirror one last time before leaving the house and liked what I saw – could just make out my nipples through my. ..well, that dress doesn't help to keep you warm." Juliana looked down at what was covering her. The tiny piece of thin fabric was not enough to trap any heat. "I guess you're right. This is the last time I'm wearing this thing," she muttered, tugging down at the hem of her dress. "Why?" I blurted out stupidly and she shot a suspicious look at me."What do you mean 'why?'" she growled, "This thing makes me look like a whore." I shook my head, retorting her accusation. "Are you serious?" Juliana.