The consoling, long hugs began to take a toll on me. The alluring perfumes of each one reminded me of very hot memories. Control of my thoughts volley...d back and forth as my mind overflowed with emotions mixed with grief and the hot lurid scenes of fucking each of them. Racked with guilt, my cock betrayed me as it hardened and pressed against my zipper. Fortunately, my suit jacket covered for me. But one by one, with each full bodied embrace, I felt the girls take notice. Watching their. I couldn't help but stare."Michele. Oh my god. Of course I remember you sweetie. Please, come in. I haven't seen you in ages is everything ok?"Ashley said looking quite puzzled."Yes Ashley, Everything's fine. I'm sorry to bother you; I guess I should have called first, but..." Nonsense darling, please come in." Said Ashley, as she hugged me tightly. I let the hug linger as long as I could and lightly kissed her on the cheek. "You're always welcome here Michele. It's so nice to see you again. We. "You know," I continued, "if she'd just held them down to four or six, if they hadn't been so damned greedy and horny and wanting to bring even more guys to the party, they might be fucking her still!" Well, actually, they ARE still fucking her," Allan responded. "I'm kind of looking forward to them fucking her to where she can hardly walk. Gonna start taking some pictures too," he commented, meeting his wife's eyes. "Just in case there's any arguments in the future as to who's in charge of. Of course, sport, with little byways into ‘remember when... ‘, trying to make each story more interesting or funny than the previous speaker. We all had pretty good senses of humour, and blasts of laughter would foghorn from the men’s group at regular intervals.And the women would do the same.Except their conversations seemed set at a much more basic level than ours.There were no fixed rules or even conscious decisions about when and how the groups would form, and people would split away to.