I was a bit surprised when Julian put his hand up my skirt and started fondling my balls. Our host held out his hand in the direction of my crotch. "M...y I?" he politely asked."No worries," I replied. The German also put his hand under my dress and stroked my dick while nonchalantly talking about the times he'd been to Australia.Another older Asian guy came up to us and casually put his hand up Julian's dress while the boy introduced me to him. Later Julian told me that one of the reasons he. “I suppose that’s true. Seven kids by four women is out of the ordinary.”“Say WHAT?!” she gasped. “Seriously?”“Seriously. I guess Dante didn’t tell you HOW strange!”“Uh, no, he just mentioned that you had a bunch of kids and a complicated family relationship.”“That’s one way to put it,” I grinned. “Are both of you married?”“Just me,” Mark said. “One kid, a boy. He’s three.”“I’m curious as to what kind of experience you have running a company like this.”“About as much as you had, I guess,”. Two hours later you are still sitting on the couch, anxiously checking your watch. Why has no-one turned up? It's inexplicable!As midnight approaches, you have to face reality. Your invitations have clearly all been lost in the post.You start clearing up despondently, when suddenly the doorbell rings. You dash to the door and open it.On your doorstep are Stacy Smith and Gwen Doe, both wearing long coats."Hi John," says Gwen cheerfully, giving you a kiss on the cheek and squeezing past you. It seemed to quiver and twitch slightly. This sight was too much for me, and almost without warning, my cock erupted in my hand coating my chest and abdomen with its sticky fluid. Mary was not far behind me. With her eyes thankfully still closed, she uttered a small, high pitched scream and lifted her hips high off the bed. Her nipples were red and swollen, almost glowing as she continued to pinch them, her orgasm crashing through her body. I looked back to her vagina. The lips were opening and.