Almost overnight women who were spending tens of thousands of dollars trying to get pregnant in the lab we’re now offering money to bisexual men and... actually fucking them anywhere they could without being seen... Food dyes were flying off the shelves because women were trying to hide the pink sperm in their vaginas, so their husbands wouldn’t find out because their dicks would have the other men’s pink cum all over their cocks after sex with their wives!Many husbands who have been straight. Two shots and the brews were setwaiting. A Twenty-dollar tip can do good things. He sat down and thebarkeep told him I was in the 'Ladies room'. He chuckled and sipped theb&t. He didn't question anything and I saw him as I turned the corner. Myheels were noisy to me, but the crowd was providing some cover. I simplyslipped into the stool next to him and took the shot.Turning slightly toward him I said, "Bill, I have to explain somethings," I spoke in my normal female voice since I could no. Maria snuck up behind me. She was wearing a deadly maroon mini-skirt. I took a long look at perfectly sculpted legs. We made eye contact; she smiled. She obviously had thoughts about driving me insane that day. It relaxed me. I smiled, took one long slow perusal of my favorite half of her, and leaned against the wall.She was flushing when I made eye contact again. I started small talk about whatever it is that high school kids talk about. I made a conscious effort to relax her. I was too close. The fifty-one year-old, dark-skinned, six-three, two-hundred-thirty-five-pound, retired Army colonel squeezed the ass cheeks of his redbone younger lover. Ali gripped Hall’s bulge and cooed about how much he wanted it when they got to the farm. Hall said, “You’re gonna get it too, faggot!”The final grown man was Deacon Carter. He owned and ran the farm where the group was going. At forty-four years of age, five-feet-ten-inches, and two-hundred-nine-pounds, the brown-skinned man already had his.