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Chapter 228 by Twistinger

What comes next?

Finishing the party.

When I finally woke up at three in the morning, it took me a while before I could find the strength to move my limbs. Partially because the aches of exertion had started to catch up with me, and partially because the girls had apparently all chosen to take a nap around my body. A couple of hands were draped over my flaccid cock as though protecting it, and some of the ladies raised their chins from nuzzled shoulders as they roused.

"Best birthday ever?" My wife smiled at me, planting a small, short kiss on my lips.

"You can say that again," I groaned, working my arms out from where they had been pinned for a good, long stretch.

"Seconded," agreed Talia, giving me another small kiss on the cheek. "And we'll have a memento to remind us of the good times, too. When do you think we can get a copy of the movie?"

"Eh, shouldn't take too long. We've come a long way since the days of thumb drives with less than a gigabyte of space. If you're not comfortable with file hosts, we could always send you discs in the mail," I offered.

"So... we should expect them by this time next year, after you finish jacking off during the editing?" smirked Corrine.

We shared another round of laughs, followed by a quick hug and kiss for each of the girls. As **** as we were, all good things had to come to an end. The ladies and I whisked in and out of the shower to actually get clean this time, before we all crashed on the bed to get some extra sleep in before morning. Four hours later, we bid Corrine, Elizabeth, Talia and Stephanie goodbye, trading a few more tears, kisses and promises to visit more often. It wasn't going to be easy for our bosom blondes, given the nature of their work - but Talia and Elizabeth embraced Amy and I, saying they would try their best to get together with us when they could.

Once the ladies went their separate ways, Amy and I drove over to Piers' place to pick up Adam. The journey there was silent - not because it was awkward, but the truth was we were still buzzing after the night of non-stop, mind-blowing, bed-shaking lovemaking with all our friends. It was hard to focus on the road without feeling dizzy or distracted from the lack of sleep - not to mention the vivid memories of sex. Somehow we managed our way to Piers' house, where Amy's father greeted us with a warm hug and surprise breakfast.

"I figured you might not have had the time or strength to prepare your meal," he joked, patting me on the back and shooting a knowing wink. I managed a gormless grin in response. Piers knew me all too well - thankfully not well enough to know the full extent of what happened.

And just like that, one breakfast and car trip home later, it was over.

What lies in the future for the bosom buddies?

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