." There's an old saying that says 'Don't knock it if you haven't tried it.' But most of your puritanical objectors to group sex are in the category o... never having tried it; hell, all of them, as far as I'm concerned. They condemn it without knowing anything about it, like the goddamned moralistic, self-righteous hypocrites that they are. As far as I can determine--and I know people pretty well--most of these knockers would dearly love to try group sex but haven't got the guts to do. "You really want me to go out like this?" I asked, feeling extremely nervous about venturing into the real world with nothing but a maid uniform."Um, yes. How else are you going to get to my party?" my Ex said, opening the front door. "You look super hot and no one will know you're not a girl unless they get up very close."As instructed, I vacated the safe haven of my apartment and ventured into the real world. The wind grazed my legs and I felt it all the way up to my ass, sending tingles down. She looked at me and smiled as I helped her back to her feet."You should at least offer me a drink, no," she said playfully.I looked down to the pile that she had just left, my eyebrows nearly touching, "You sure you can handle another?" I asked her.She laughed, each edge of her tender lips spreading like an eagle's wings, across her face, pausing to speak French to her friends, before she returned her attention back to me."When we party we don't hold anything back. Bonne annee," she added,. Hi kissed me passionately. I could feel his erection through my dress and on my body. His hands then moved to my hips and around my face, the more we kissed, the more aggressive if felt. We then found ourselves on the bed. He got up.“I’m sure you will like my offering.” He said.He took his clothes off and his body was much as I had thought. He was mid 50’s but look much older. Probably from all the alcohol. He was big, over 6 feet, nice broad shoulders, but was round and quite fat. His tummy.