“I’ll let you know when I have something for you to look at.”As I set the table, Jewel brought two used glasses and an empty bottle of Chardonna... from her studio. “It took a lot for Karen to relax,” she said. “But I finally got her to expose herself.” She stopped, looking at the wine glasses she was holding, lost in thought for a bit.“You know,” she continued slowly, “I usually talk to you about my work. I value your ideas and trust you completely, trust that you won’t talk about it with anyone. ” and I made my way into the kitchen. Jean was wearing a house coat and when she saw me she said “Sure is hot out there.” “Yes it is .” I replied. Now I did not put my tee shirt back on and was standing there in front of Jean only in my cutoff jeans. “Here, this should cool your hot body.” as she handed me a glass of cool aid. As I drank my cool aid I could not help to focus my eyes on Jean’s partially open housecoat reveling most of her breasts.Jean smiled and said ”Do you like what see?”. The conversation then turned to which of us guys could last longer before we shot our load. Again a race was proposed. On out backs we allowed the girls to jack our dicks and play with our balls. Watching T* play with J*'s cock and balls soon had me shooting my load.When I came the contest ended and we had a few more drinks and now the conversation was about nothing but sex, who did what, what the girls liked and didn't like, etc.It was then brought up (I really do not know by who) That I had. "Call Peter Thompson," he told it."Hello," said Pete."Hey Pete, it's Harry, how you doing?" he said trying to sound up-beat."I'm doing great," he answered, "so, you looking forward to the party? I've got a new couple coming and she's not bad." Well that's why I'm calling, Pete. Barbara had to go out of town and take care of her sick sister. She'll be away during the party so I was just wondering ... ah, well there's no problem if I come alone, just this one time is there?" Oh man, Harry, I wish.