28 June 2021

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And it is starting to come true

I'll be damned.

I'll be damned.

I know I said it twice. It's worth it. This is Leslie. Let me set the scene. Our defense force has really stepped up in disaster situations. Earthquakes, typhoons, hurricanes, tornados, you get the idea.

I won't go through all the back story, but I was onsite at a disaster in Arkansas. A small twister had come through and damaged much of the downtown. Luckily, it had been in the middle of the night, and no one was injured, but the destruction was pretty massive. We were here to help, and the rebuilding would be fast. We're good at it and for most communities we absorb the cost.

It's kind of what we do.

Now, I really don't go on these missions unless it is quite large and all hands on deck. I got the notification, of course, and was confident the alert team would be onsite in minutes.

But something was bothering me. Nagging at me.

Telling me I should go. I was confused and then I got a text from Mom.

On my way. We need to go on this one

Didn't know why. Didn't care. If Mom said go, we needed to go. I quickly got dressed in what we all called our disaster clothes. They're kind of unwieldly, but Lawrence and team are magical. Just as I was lacing up my boots, Mom came in wearing the matching outfit.

"Since when are you on an alert team?" I asked.

"I went through the training about six weeks ago," said Mom.

"Why?" I asked. "Great to have you, but why?"

"Because I knew I needed to," said Mom. "And today is the reason."

I didn't need to ask any more questions. We're all used to it, especially from Mom and Ruby. We ran outside and hopped into my plane and took off. We were in my new F-87, so we didn't fly there.

We jumped.

It's weird and cool and freaking startling to the people at the other end. I intentionally jumped to a spot out of town and at altitude, and we flew into town and landed next to a pair of C-112 cargo ships that were already on the ground.

We get shit done.

Denne and Pari's mom, Alea, came right over, wearing the same outfit.

"You two are sexy as fuck in those outfits," said Alea.

"You ain't so bad yourself," said Mom, giving Alea an exaggerated leer. None of us laughed though.

It's pretty unseemly to laugh at a natural disaster.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I'm glad you're both here," said Alea. "This is some pretty weird shit. The downtown is a total loss, and we'll turn around repairs quickly. Only one residence was affected and that's where it gets weird. The mayor and the police chief are married. They live right at the edge of downtown with their two adopted kids. Two adorable little kids. A little 3-year-old boy named Jax and a little 2-year-old girl named Tia.

"We cleared the rubble and didn't find the parents. The mayor's car is gone. We found the two kids cowering in the closet. All alone. We got suspicious and I had Hill do some digging. The town's bank accounts are emptied. Millions. Not a penny to the town's name."

"Where are the kids?" asked Mom, getting right to the point. "What's the plan for them?"

"That's the other problem," said Alea. "Now Border Patrol is involved because no one can find any information on the adoptions or any information of citizenship or visas. Border patrol wants to deport them. They don't even know their nationalities, so they're sending the boy to Nigeria and the girl to China."

Wait, what?

"The boy is black, and the girl is Asian?" I asked. Alea smiled.

"Yes, and both are adorable," said Alea. Mom gave me a smile. We both knew. Just then, a young cop walked up with a child on each hip. A young male cop, just grinning from ear to ear. He was happy to be taking care of them.

I loved that.

I guess I should mention the obvious. Remember Hallie's dream? The one that keeps happening?

I was willing to bet these were the two kids. I called up Hallie and got her on a video chat, then waved the kids over and held the phone so she could see all three of us. I was impressed, because I knew she just wanted to scream, but she was so nice, and so soft, and got the kids talking.

China. The little girl speaks Korean.

Jeez.

"I'll be there in ten," said Hallie, hanging up. I never doubted it. Just then a clearly harried woman came up and we found out she was the deputy mayor. We talked to her about the situation, and the kids were so patient and quiet. Somehow I ended up having the conversation while holding them both on my hips.

The classic Mom stance.

Damn it felt right. Just then Hallie walked up, dressed in a matching outfit. I don't know where she got it or why she had it, but damn, she made khaki coveralls sexy. That got me a smile. God I miss that smile. The kids turned and watched her approached.

"Mommy!" said Tia and Jax echoed the word. I would have sworn that Tia muttered "jinx" under her breath. Hallie took both kids and held them like I was.

It was just so right.

"What are we even going to do with these children?" asked the deputy mayor.

"That's what I'm here for ma'am," said Mom. "We will be taking custody of the children, giving their immigration challenges. We've got it."

And the conversation was over. Mom and Hallie walked away, with the kids, and moments later I saw Hallie's plane take off.

I didn't even know where they were going. My role quickly dissipated, and Alea clearly had it going on, so I went back to my plane. Before I took off, I messaged Hallie.

Where should I come

She quickly replied.

Our house, silly

Before I took off, I stood back up and did a little dance of joy. When I turned back, I saw Alea staring at me through the front windscreen.

We're not supposed to laugh at a disaster, Alea.

I wonder if she knows my plane can jump. Given I was looking at her one instant and was on our lawn in the next, she likely does now. I dropped the stairs and ran inside.

Both kids were running circles around the kitchen. Running with them was a Golden Retriever puppy, who was bouncing just as much as they were. Through the door into the laundry room I saw a litter box.

We don't have a dog or cat.

"We do now," said Tia, in Korean.

Damn. She read me. Then she laughed.

I guess I should mention that Hunter was leaning against the counter watching them run around him. He was in white tennis shorts and a salmon polo. He had his arms crossed and a huge grin on his face. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table watching and laughing.

He has never turned me on more. Hell, Hallie in her overalls. Tia skidded to a stop in front of me and Jax almost bowled her over.

"Grandma's got us," said Tia, still in Korean. "Pretty cool. Two moms and a dad. You three go celebrate."

Well that seemed like a fine idea.

And now we're not just a trio. We're a trio with two kids.

And a cat.

And a dog.

I still haven't found the cat.

It was the most passionate time of our lives. Nothing else came close. We were back, as a trio, and Hallie was exuberantly happy. Out of this world happy. It truly made me realize that she had slid into depression and we hadn't noticed.

Fuck. I made us stop for a moment, to the disappointment of both of them. I made them sit up. OK, crisscross might not have been the right choice. Hallie is literally dripping, and Hunter is so hard it might hurt.

"I'll be quick," I said and they both laughed. The joy in Hallie's laugh.

"That might have made my point, Hallie. I'm sorry. So terribly sorry. I guess it was the frog in the pot, but you were clearly depressed, and we didn't see it. I'm sorry," I said, again.

"I am too," said Hunter. "Hell, I think, in our own way, we were all depressed."

"Not depressed anymore," laughed Hallie. Then she lunged and knocked us both over and started kissing us. Back and forth. In my case, she slid in two fingers and just pounded me to orgasm. She did that while she was riding Hunter cowgirl.

"We're back," shouted Hallie, just as she came. My God, she came. Then, so did Hunter. I pushed her off Hunter, to laughter all around. He didn't even get soft and I climbed right on board. Hallie sat right down on his face, facing me.

I've never kissed anyone so passionately in my life. Finally all three of us came and we rolled off, with Hallie in the middle.

"I missed that," said Hallie, softly.

"It was amazing sex," said Hunter.

"It was, for sure, but that's not what I meant." Hunter turned to her and I did too. We just waited.

"The laughter. I missed the laughter," she said. So we tickled her until she came.

She likes it.

I have never been happier

Not in my whole life. You're probably thinking this is Hallie. It could be, I'm sure, but this is Hunter. We're a family again. We need to be so much more honest and direct. We just got cleaned up and walked back into the kitchen. Tia came over and looked at us and cocked her head.

"I hope you girls wore him out," said Tia, in English.

"Oh we did," said Hallie, in Swahili. Jax and Tia both laughed and just went off in Swahili. Something odd was going on, but who cares.

We're a family. Tia turned to Amy.

"Dad's got us now, Grandma. He's useless anyway," said Tia. "Go celebrate with your daughter and daughter-in-law."

They knew a good suggestion when they heard one.

That was fun

Are you kidding? Hallie and Mom together? After all, Hallie and I were both squish, squish. Before Mom. Right?

We finally walked back out in the kitchen and the two kids were at the kitchen table eating chocolate chip cookies. There was a plate full of cookies and I grabbed one.

They were still warm. The chips were slightly melted. Crisp but soft. Half semi-sweet, half milk chocolate chips.

Freaking perfect.

"Where did the cookies come from?" I asked, of Tia. Tia and Jax were in the kitchen by themselves. Just then Hunter came out of the pantry, wearing a very nice apron. I particularly liked all the lace. It was blue gingham. Just adorable. For some reason he was wearing the apron over just his shorts and wasn't wearing a shirt.

Should I just take him here on the floor?

"It wouldn't be anything we haven't seen," said Jax. Some counseling was in order. Jax laughed.

"Can't hurt, Mom," he said.

Mom.

Damn

Hunter looked adorable. He was a mess. There was flour in his hair. There was butter all over his left arm. I don't know what was on the front of his shorts by I am sure hoping we're talking melted chocolate. He saw us and brightened.

"Have a cookie!" said Hunter. "I think they're pretty good for our first time."

Oh shit, they had caramel chips too. I was enjoying my cookie too much to answer, but finally finished.

"Find a plant that can make these in volume, package them up, and sell them at the HT stores for $10 apiece. Big cookies. Make sure it is clear that 100% of the proceeds will go to the JuanitaFund. They will fly off the shelves," I said. I took a quick photo of Hunter with my phone. "And this is on the package." I turned it around and showed everyone. All of whom moaned. Even the kids. That was a little weird.

"Women shopping for sexy lingerie will buy cookies full of butter?" asked Hunter.

Mom, Hallie, Tia, and I got "yes" out simultaneously.

I got "jinx" out first. Well, if they're living here, they'll see it. I gave Hallie a hell of a kiss and then did the same with Mom. Damn they're good.

"Where's my kiss?" growled Tia. I laughed and picked her up and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips.

Damned if she didn't try to get me to open up for her tongue.

Nope. She just laughed.

"Two years, three months, eleven days, and four hours," she said.

It took me a moment to realize what she meant.

That's when she'd turn five. Oh boy.

"Did you two share a room before?" I asked. They both giggled.

Got it. They wanted to show me their room.

Singular.

Still get it. What happens in their room is private. Suddenly people started streaming into the kitchen. It took us a bit to figure out that none of the three of us had called anyone and neither had Mom.

Then I noticed Tia sitting at the table.

With my phone. Just then the catering arrived and setup a full buffet.

Jax was also at the table. With Hunter's phone. People kept streaming in.

The first two were Jessica and Bill. They pulled chairs up to the table. They each had a small gift bag with them. Out of the bags, they pulled out nice boxes.

With phones. They'd brought phones for Tia and Jax.

Was that OK? Should our 2-year-old have a phone?

Well, too late now. The four of them were heading out the back door. Being, you know, Mom, I followed them out. Jessica and Bill were getting them into life jackets. I suppose they didn't want to get their clothes wet.

Given none of them were wearing clothes anymore. I was impressed that they were all neatly folded on the table. I put on my sunglasses and laid down on a chaise to watch them. Chris walked out carrying a big bottle of sunscreen. It was so great to have Chris back.

"Want me to put it on?" she asked, which led to the two of us lathering each other up.

Naked, of course. We might have gotten a little carried away, because soon we were making out, followed by a hell of a 69. We both went off, hard, to find ourselves with an audience of the four kids.

Who all clapped.

"Mom, Jessica told us about something called the golden arches and promised you and Aunt Chris would show us," said Tia.

"Really, Jessica?" I said. "Might be a touch early, don't you think?"

"Nope," said Jessica. "We told them all about the rules. They get it, but they're still curious and can watch. We'll be helping them apply for an exception for Bill and me."

"What makes you think we'll sign that exception," I asked.

"Because you know that's the best way for them to learn in a safe environment and you trust us both," said Bill.

Hard to argue with him there.

Just then, Chris came back, with the dildo already inserted.

Lesson one, I suppose. It was pretty freaking spectacular. By the time we went off again, a bigger crowd had gathered.

Including Hunter and Hallie. Now, you're probably thinking that this freaked them out. Nah.

Hallie was bouncing up and down on Hunter, right next to us on the lounge. Bill and Jessica were narrating. Just then, Luke came out of the house carrying six different colored backpacks.

They let Tia and Jax each pick their favorite color. Blue and pink, respectively. No, I didn't get that backwards.

We had a glorious meal, and I savored every bit. In our house. All five of us. We all knew it could fall apart in an instant, because Sheila was already trying to discover their backgrounds. Jax looked at me funny.

"Why don't you just ask us?" said Jax. "We can explain everything. It's not that tough." It appeared their stories were the same, but certainly odd. Somehow there was a law enforcement network that was finding kids whose parents had both been killed in accidents and spiriting them away. Instead of keeping the kids near the accident, they traded kids. Apparently they were all childless and didn't fit the profile to adopt.

In the sheriff and mayor's case they were too old.

"Can you tell us anything more? Where you're from? Anything?" I asked. They both shook their heads."

"We don't know any other life," said Jax. "This happened when we were little babies. They were nice to us, and treated us well, and took us in. We don't begrudge them that. Heck, I'm confident it was a hell of a lot better deal than I would have gotten as a year old black kid."

Sadly, he had a point.

"It does sadden me that they bailed on us," said Tia. "It feels out of character, but no complaints to where we landed. As soon as I saw you today, I knew. I've had this little movie playing in my head for six months. It's this kitchen and we're running around, with the dog, but the dog is bigger. It's Jax and me and two smaller kids. A boy that looks a lot like you Leslie and a girl that is clearly Dad and other Mom's baby."

"We have got to improve on other mom," said Jax. "But I've had that dream over and over too. Down to the litter box." He pointed at it. We'd wandered back into the kitchen.

"Mom Leslie and Mom Hallie," said Tia, and so it was decided.

"Come on, guys," said Jessica, walking up with Bill. They literally ran off and came back with their backpacks on. Then they headed out the front door with Jessica and Bill.

"Are they going to register for school?" asked Hallie.

"I think so," I said. "We should probably ask more questions."

"Nah," said Hunter. "Jessica and Bill have got it. They'll be incredible parents."

Which is absolutely true. So the three of us took a nap, outside, on a nice lounge. We didn't wake up until the four kids came running back into the house, making all kinds of noise. They ran out onto the porch and I realized it was just the three of us. Everyone else had gone home.

"We're all good," said Tia. "We can take a cart to school in the morning." I just raised my eyebrows.

"That's part of what took so long," said Jax. "Jessica and Bill taught us to drive. The new carts are autonomous. It basically involves getting in and saying the word school."

He had a point there.

Just then I got a text from Mikka, the school director.

Freaking amazing. They're both in the third year of high school. Congratulations

It was a group text, so Hallie and Hunter were looking at their phones.

"How?" asked Hunter, to no one in particular.

"It was pretty easy. Jessica taught us how to speed learn. All we had time to do was read the books through 10th grade. We'll finish the curriculum and take the test again," said Tia. "I'd like to start pre-med."

Well sure. When you're time constrained and your 2 and 3 year olds could only test out of two years of high school.

Somehow, I don't think their childhood is going to be quite the same as mine. I know for a fact that nothing bad like ours would happen to them, although they did lose their parents. All four kids climbed up onto the lounge with us. I found myself with Jax tucked on one side and Jessica on the other. All of us were just looking over the water.

The Gulf of Mexico. Did I never mention we went to our house at the Clearwater school? The entire timeline of this day must not have made any sense.

We were heading back to New York soon. I'll leave that for another story. You don't even know about New York yet.

Best day of our lives. We're back.

Best day of their lives

Think about us! Yeah, our parents were nice, but they were up there in years and clearly in over their heads with the two of us. Now, running off with all the town's money thing felt out of character. They were just sweet. That's the best description. They both loved that their careers were serving the community. They were big in the church. I think something bad happened. That makes me sad.

But then we ended up here. I knew we were supposed to and so did Tia. We both had that movie playing. I feel like we let out a secret when we told them that Hallie would have a girl and Leslie would have a boy, but they were all pretty damn excited about it so I think I'm good.

So our lives were just fine but now, my goodness. We're both in high school. We can't play in the wrestling room, but we can watch and learn. We have something new to try all the time. Grandma approved the exception for our uncle and aunt, which really opened up our learning.

You had to think that one through, didn't you? Amy, Bill, and Jessica. Honestly, I thought Grandma would object to being called Grandma, but she loves it. Now, I have observed that her grandson, Luca, only calls it out when he's cumming in her. It's kind of their orgasm joke.

Can you have an orgasm joke? I sure do wish we could get an exception for Tegan and Luca, but no way. We get it, sort of.

Back to the normal world, school is simple amazing. Tia and I have a lot of the same classes, which is great because we can study together. Everything is completely self-paced, so we've put ourselves on an aggressive plan of speed learning. We've been pushing the hours too. We should be done with high school in a little less than a week. Did I mention we got here yesterday?

Hell, just the toys are amazing. Last night we had dinner on the space station. Tia laughed when she proofread this sentence. Yeah, you've read it, but it is a pretty big mindfuck to go from our old life to our new life. In a good way, but it is a lot. Burying ourselves in school helped the transition. We started meeting people too. We're at the low-end of the age range, even here, but there were plenty in the under 5 crowd. Let's just say that sleepovers had a different meaning here. Sure there are rules, but there are also self-aware parents who knock before they come in and wait for a few minutes for everyone to compose themselves. Remember, the studies said sexual activity at a young age. At first, we've learned, they thought it was cum and only cum. Then it was just the hormones from sex, even prior to puberty.

In other words, leave us alone. We're getting smarter.

This place is fun. We've got a group coming over tonight to our house. Moms and Dad are thrilled. Dad promised to make cookies with us, but we made him promise he'd do it wearing the apron.

Only the apron. Hey, we can enjoy the view. It's not like a single one of us kids will have a single piece of clothing on. I've already submitted my master's thesis concept. I was going to research the savings in water usage of a generally nudist society compared to more traditional societies. I had multiple comparison groups. I wondered if a primarily Muslim country's costs would be high because of the fuller coverage clothing. Would Iowa outstrip California due to winter clothing or do all the swimsuits and swim towels in Florida overwhelm those costs. Outstrip! Ha. I'm telling Grandpa and putting it in my log.

The nice thing is that I have all those metrics for all the homes in the kingdom, down to daily occupancy numbers by house. All just part of our smart homes. Other countries were going to require more digging.

And I have no idea why I am telling this story. Are tangents a problem in the journal? I could see how they would be. I'll tell more of the story later. We have new friends coming over to play.

Yes, the use of italics was intentional.

Peace out.

Can you even be this happy?

Hallie here. It is like a switch has been flipped. I'd fallen into a deep depression and couldn't dig my way out. I'd taken the dream and idolized it, which just made it worse.

Until it made it better. They're so freaking adorable and damn they're smart. They sure fit into our world well. Making an exception for Jessica and Bill is a no-brainer too. I have a circle of family that I trust, literally with my life, and Jessica and Bill are on that list. We joke that maybe they are not even human.

I don't think they are.

I'm not sure Tia and Jax are either.

This has been transformative in so many ways. Yes, I'm Mom, and of the three of us, the primary caregiver. That's misleading though because Leslie, and especially Hunter, are just as involved. We've fallen into some self-categorization of who does what, kind of by accident. Leslie focuses on their physical well-being. The doctor's appointments, a solid exercise program, and, just as important, keeping safe. We live in a rarified world and there is a lot of jealousy. They're already pretty advanced in martial arts and haven't been here long. Pari and Jessica teach them.

It is so fun to watch. Their physical effort defies any medical reading you have ever done. They're strong and limber and can fly. That changes martial arts into a three-dimensional effort. It is simply amazing to watch. Then again, I suspect they're using a number of these same techniques, including the flying, in private, with different results.

I'm just glad we're all back together again and I'm happy. Deliriously happy.

Another boy and a girl. Oh boy. We can handle it. We're a trio!

God I love our lives. Now.

I had to know

There was always going to be a cloud. A fear. Concern. Unless we figured out what happened. This is Leslie. I wasn't going to let it drop. I couldn't let it drop. Now, you're probably figuring some international intrigue, and I suppose there is some of that. We broke up the baby trading ring but found out it wasn't this vast world-wide conspiracy. It was three couples, all that had a sheriff in the couple, that knew each other from national conventions. Two men and one woman. All were in similar circumstances of being a little too old to be eligible. They found themselves with these homeless kids and it was almost spur of the moment.

Now, you're assuming we had them prosecuted. If so, you assumed wrong. I talked to the other two sets of parents, in depth, and it was clear that they are shocked by their missing friends. They kept saying it was out of character. As to what we did about it, we gave them all dual citizenship and are supporting them financially. Not what you expected, was it? Then you don't know us. If it had been some conspiracy, we would have dealt with it, but it was three couples trying to do the right thing for some kids.

So we were back to square one. Sheila just messaged me and asked me to come back to Arkansas. She didn't sound happy, but said she'd explain when I got there. No need for the disaster outfit, so I'm just in shorts and a T-shirt.

You're still imagining me, aren't you?

She said to meet me at the house that had been damaged, and I popped right over. Literally popped. There was a group of people in the backyard with what looked like a large lawn mower.

Oh. Ground penetrating radar. That's not a good thing. I walked over to Sheila.

"Hi," she said. We skipped the normal hug and passionate kiss. For now.

"This can't be good," I said, and she shook her head.

"We found two fresh shallow graves," said Sheila. "According to the analysis of the tech, they died the night of the storm. Hard to tell yet, but it appears that they were knocked out and buried alive."

Oh God.

"Do you know by whom?" I asked. I admit I'm a little panicked about the answer. Surely not.

"Yeah, we know who and don't worry, the kids had nothing to do with it," said Sheila. "They really were in the closet. Their parents had taught them it was the safest place in the storm. All indications are that they were truly wonderful parents."

"Then who?" I asked.

"The Deputy Mayor," said Sheila. "She saw an opportunity in the storm. She was a little spontaneous and not very good at it. Rylee found her quickly by following the money. She's already in custody."

I nodded and that was all I needed. Shit. I've got to tell the kids.

I headed back home and found the kids. They were at the kitchen table, having a snack, with Bill and Jessica. It is a bit mind-bending when all four are in booster chairs. It is one of the rare times you realize how young they all are. Chronologically.

In all other ways, they're tiny adults. I grabbed a cookie, which are ubiquitous in our house, and sat down.

"They're dead, aren't they?" asked Tia.

I just nodded.

"Shit," said Jax. "That sucks. How?"

"The Deputy Mayor," I said. They both nodded.

"She's a creepy fuck," said Tia. "She liked us a little too much."

Now didn't seem to be the time to admonish them about their language. Bill and Jessica held back too. Usually they'd be the first to call them out.

Not right now.

"It really does suck," said Jax. "They were really nice to us. Nice people. Good people. Sadly, we're so young that our memories will fade."

We all just sat there for a few minutes, quietly eating a cookie.

"Let's go ride the wave runners," said Tia. She climbed down and the others followed. I let them go. They needed their time to process this. I knew they could handle it.

Still sucks.

I suppose there is a silver lining, just like there was for me. Yes, our parents getting killed in an accident sucked, but our lives at the time did too. Then Dad saved us. Literally. At least Tia and Jax will have fond memories of their parents.

Life goes on. And Hallie is back.

The Lingerie Pillow Fight

Sometimes our photoshoots are ludicrously cliche. Usually they still work. I'm doing a shoot today that I expect will be repeated, if not continuous.

This is Valeria. I love this photoshoot.

You see, we're doing pillow fights, with all the participants in lingerie. Not just girls. Boys in panties. Girls in panties and way too big tops.

We love nipslips.

If you're going to be cliche, be cliche. The first shoot was in the bedroom set. All white linens. A fluffy white comforter. Both models in tiny, see thru panties and really loose camisoles. They were really bashing each other with the pillows. One actually burst and I have the most amazing shot of feathers flying, the two models laughing, and their pussies entirely exposed.

Who you ask?

Carlina and Tegan.

Was that you that just moaned?

Carlina escalated it all when she reached over and ripped off Tegan's panties. We did a whole series of pussy peeks. We like pussy peeks, particularly of a young girl. Once we got through that, Tegan ripped off Carlina's top. Puffies. They're both past nipple bumps but not quite to A cups.

Simply incredible. Tegan leaned over and sucked on Carlina's right nipple. The next part of the shoot included Carlina's wet nipple. OK, I came. Twice.

Finally they were both naked, covered a bit with feathers, and laughing. They both fell back on the bed, with their feet towards the camera, and their legs spread wide. Tegan's leg was hooked over Carlina's. They both pulled their pussies wide open and I took a whole series of closeups. Video too, of course. They were careful to not obscure their pussies too much, although they did slide a couple fingers in and out. Carlina moved first and reached over and slid a finger into Tegan. Then she rolled and latched onto Tegan's left nipple.

I caught the squirt in mid-air. That's going on my wall. We ended the shoot with them in a 69, and me roaming and shooting from every angle. No, not quite. They rolled on their backs again and pulled open their pussies. Their now deep red, engorged, wet pussies.

It was a nice ending.

I can't wait

I got invited to a pillow fight shoot. Me! I'm being partnered up with Nan. Oh. Just oh. In a good way. Think of the word oh if it came out in an extended moan.

Yeah. That oh.

I arrived just as Tegan squirted. It gave me a feel for the shoot. It also got me hard. Very hard.

Sorry. This is Gina. I'm in an outfit similar to the girls, except I'm wearing a wife beater that has been cut off barely below my nipples. Just the slightest movement and there is a nip slip. I'm wearing panties, but they're way too big. As in my cock and balls keep falling out.

No one seemed to mind, but Valeria wanted me to start the shoot soft. Given she's naked, Carlina and Tegan are naked, and Nan is dressed in a way that would make a corpse hard, it was going to be difficult, if not impossible.

Until Valeria threatened ice on my balls.

Shrank me right up.

We were on a set with a couch. A silly plaid couch. I have longer arms, which is an advantage, but Nan is little and fast. Really fast. Mind blowingly fast.

I stopped for a second, which resulted in me getting really walloped. It ended up being a nice shot with us both laughing. Yeah, my cock was hard and had fallen out again. Valeria eventually showed me the greatest photo series that showed my cock getting harder and harder and what Nan looked like at each step.

You would have gotten hard too.

But I'll come back to that.

"Hold up," I said. "You're little and quick, but you're not that little and quick. Is some kind of Flash thing going on?"

"You're just old and slow," said Nan. I looked at her with a sad face. A tear came out of my right eye and slowly rolled down my face.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry," said Nan. "I was kidding." She started walking towards me and when she got at just the right spot, I just hammered her upside the head with my pillow. It knocked her onto the couch. I fell onto her and started kissing her. She was an animal. She was scratching my back and damn near bouncing. She pushed me up a little and positioned my cock.

We fucked. Hard. Really hard. I just pounded her. She was lifting her cute little ass and pounding me back. It was fierce. Valeria was roaming with her camera and Tegan and Carlina had both picked up cameras. Carlina's is a video camera and was getting some different angles and closeups.

"Cum on me," growled Nan. I reached down and ripped off her shirt. I pulled out and had what might have been the biggest cum of my life. She still had her little panties on. I'd just pulled them to the side. Her bare chest was an ocean of cum. Lots was on her pussy and the panties, which were now completely transparent.

It was a nice look. I did what could be the only choice.

I cleaned her up.

Valeria said it was a great shoot. Me? I need a nap.

I came in on the end of that

I almost came at the end of that. This is Luke. I'm paired up with Cassie. Cassie is visibly pregnant, but also bigger and stronger than I am.

Hey. I'm 8. Girls mature faster. Then again, I'm her baby daddy and a younger man. Cassie is wearing a little thin top with spaghetti straps. It's been torn off below her breasts, which are mighty fine right now. As in C cups on my A cup girl. Don't get me wrong, I love her A cups just as much.

But damn.

She decided to just be bottomless. Like I would object. Somehow I think I'm getting to fuck her during this shoot. The opportunity to fuck Cassie!

OK, we're married, but it is just as exciting every time.

Every. single. time.

Me? I'm in what could only be described as tight, sheer, small panties.

I think I rock them.

We're back on the bed, which bodes well for the fucking part of this shoot, now, doesn't it? Then Valeria surprised me. Denne just walked in, naked, and joined us on the bed.

Well ain't that a positive turn of events. We all just walloped each other. It was hilarious and fun, regardless of our clothing, which somehow managed to disappear during the shoot. Oh no, I'm on a big bed with naked Denne and Cassie.

What can we possibly do? Given Cassie is in charge, which you already knew, it involved a lot of focus on the gorgeous pregnant woman. As in both of us, plus Gina, plus Orlando.

I have no idea when Orlando came in. I have a better idea of who Orlando did cum in. In Cassie. Which she loved. Which we all loved.

Possibly Denne the most because he cleaned her out and kissed it all to her. All cum to the pregnant woman, right? That devolved a bit and somehow there was a room full of cocks. Carlina, Tegan, and I became fluffers. Getting cocks hard and ready. Sometimes taking a load in our mouth to kiss to Cassie. Sometimes taking a load elsewhere that got cleaned out and kissed to Cassie. Sometimes Cassie took it from the tap, or someplace else. The common thread was she swallowed it all.

It's good for the baby. This might be the world's biggest win-win. Lots of cum. Lots of cum swallowing. All good for the baby.

How cool is that? We ran out of cocks that I could play with, being 8, but that didn't slow Cassie down. I grabbed another camera and found a new angle. We'll want to share this event with our baby. Not immediately. Then again, I'm only 8 and I am a part of it, so pretty young.

Sex is good. We've figured that out. It is an integral part of our society.

Which is a damn good outcome. Outcum. Ha! Telling Dad. He can pay off on my birthday, which isn't that far away.

I can't wait.

I'm sure this shoot will continue.

She needs a place to stay

Ruby here. On my way to Beijing. With Arely. Who I just love. No, not that way, although damn that girl is smoking. Yeah, yeah, lots of sex. That's kind of anticipated.

Her moxie. Come on, moxie. A rare opportunity. She bought an entire business for a dollar, at 13. Can you imagine that?

Stop laughing.

We landed on the roof of the Four Seasons. Owning the chain has really been handy. I suspect more hotels will be in our future. I used my watch to get us in the security door, and the steps dropped us down to a small hall. One way led to the elevators. The other was the kitchen door to our suite.

The Imperial Suite. The entire top floor of the hotel. Three bedrooms. Three full baths. Four half baths.

I'm peeing in them all. I always do when I stay here. I have no idea why, but it seems important.

I led the way into the kitchen.

"Why are we in the kitchen? For that matter, why is the kitchen on the top floor? Is this a restaurant?" asked Arely. I led us through and out into the living room.

The view is spectacular.

"This is our hotel suite," I said, plopping down on the couch.

I hopped right back up.

"That was silly," I said. Then I took off my clothes. Arely is a bright girl and stripped too.

Just as the concierge walked into the room. I think it confused Arely that I squealed and ran and hugged him.

And started undressing him. Oh, not confused. Helping me strip him.

"If you think he is worth undressing, I think he is worth undressing," said Arely.

She has a point.

"This is Qiao, and it is quite descriptive," I said, laughing.

"A pretty, handsome person," said Arely. "You didn't think I'd try to do this job without speaking Mandarin. I taught myself to negotiate with my vendors. They always switched to Mandarin and I never let them know I understood."

Qiao and I are laughing now.

I dropped to my knees, pulling Arely with me. What man doesn't like a blowjob from two sexy teen girls? Right?

"Have you cum today?" asked Arely. He shook his head no. She deep throated him, and it didn't take long. She pulled off and took a big load on those nice breasts.

Who doesn't like two people licking cum off your breasts?

Then Qiao slipped up and in.

And I sat on Arely's face.

A win-win-win.

We finally wore Qiao out. He headed out and we headed to the shower.

Lost another hour. Then we took a nap. Naked. And cuddling.

Arely is fun.

Finally my alarm woke us up.

"Let's go look at apartments for you," I said. "I made an appointment." Just then the doorbell of the suite rang. Arely went to answer and came back with a couple.

A freaking gorgeous couple.

Did I mention that Arely is still naked? She fits into our lifestyle quite well. Props to the couple that they basically ignored the fact that we're both naked.

You didn't think I had clothes on, did you?

"You might need to get dressed to go look at apartments," said the woman.

"Darn it," said the man, laughing. Which set us all off laughing.

Arely laughing is fun. Bouncy, bouncy.

"My name is Bao and he's Chen," said Bao. Who is smoking, even fully covered up. Then again, Chen ain't so bad himself. They might have been ignoring our being naked, but her nipples and his cock noticed. Oh, his nipples too. That's nice.

We take it as a compliment.

"Come with us," I said. "We'll talk while we get dressed."

I'm not sure that helped his situation. It was quick though. Shorts and a T-shirt.

Why waste time with a bra or panties?

Apparently we got confused and brought clothes that fit Jessica.

We'll make do.

"We have three choices to start. All are among the nicest in Beijing. All have a different feel. We suspect we know the choice, but we should look at them all," said Bao, who appears to be in charge.

We like that.

"The first is Central Park. It is a large complex, with a very popular and hard to join fitness club. You would have no difficulties joining," said Chen. "This has more of a New York, big city feel."

"The second is the Park Apartments. Mostly diplomats, so very international. It is near the diplomatic district," said Bao. "Lots of kids your age, which should have appeal. Are we correct that you will designate your apartment as a consulate?"

"Oh yeah," I said.

That perked up Arely. Her nipples, I mean her nipples.

And her nipples are spectacular. Bao and Chen are clearly both enjoying them.

"How quickly does the consulate designation occur?" asked Bao, lustfully. Yes, lustfully.

"Quick enough to christen the apartment," I said.

Group moan time.

"The third has a totally different feel. It is only a hundred units," said Chen. "It has the largest apartments, up to 600 square meters. It also has a great fitness club."

I could see Arely do the math. They're 5,400 square feet. I am impressed with the fact that she just rolled with it.

I like rolling with Arely. Did I mention I am a bit smitten?

"You'll need to save yourself a bit, Chen," said Arely. "We'll likely take, and christen, them all."

Yep, loving Arely.

We headed out and looked at the apartments in that order. We walked into the apartment at Central Park and I have to say, I like it. It is the penthouse apartment. Only 289 square meters, so tiny by our standards, but the view is spectacular.

Outside the windows too.

"It's nice," said Arely. "But not nice nice. Maybe I am spoiled."

"She's right," I said. "Not nice nice. We'll think about it but given the small size and the big size of the complex, it just doesn't fit us well."

"I agree," said Bao. "It was kind of obligatory. Eventually someone would ask why you didn't rent here, and now you have an answer."

"One less to christen, though," said Chen, in the saddest voice. Arely and I laughed.

"Just means we'll wear you out in a different apartment," said Arely. Then she flashed him. He got hard.

Bao went off.

Understandably.

We headed out to the next complex, which is The Park. Very similar by location, in that it is the penthouse, but half again larger. Only three bedrooms, but a nicely appointed office.

I believe Arely sent a message when she took off her shirt. Bao quickly did things on her phone and then pulled off her shirt.

Damn. Arely almost attacked her, leaving poor Chen just standing there. Well we can't have that, can we? We ended up on the big bed, with Bao just pounding Arely. I'm not sure where the big double-ended dildo came from, but I am experiencing it.

But right now Chen is just pounding me doggy-style.

Apartment hunting is going well. We left Chen with a little in the tank, so to speak. We all only let him fuck us once.

On to the last apartment.

Squish, squish.

I laughed though because we got on to the elevator with a family. Mom, Dad, and son. I'd guess he is about 11. I suspect they clearly understood what they were smelling. Squish, squish, you know. Maybe not the dad, but the mom and son, for sure.

The little guy winked at me.

"Are you moving into the building?" he asked, not directing it to any of us. Just fishin'.

"I'll be spending time here," said Arely, with just a hint of a thrust of her breasts.

Nice.

"I'm Arely," she said, sticking out her hand.

"I'm Zhu," he said. His parents seemed fine with the introductions.

"Perhaps you could come up once we get settled," said Arely. "I could use some friends in the building."

"That would be great," said his mom. "We don't know many people here yet."

"We're not here all the time," said Arely. "The job requires us to move around a bit, but let's exchange numbers."

I loved her wording. Her use of we implied parents.

She meant Lewis and her. Walking the line there, Arely.

Well played.

"This is great," said Arely. "If your parents would be OK with it, perhaps we could have a sleepover. I have a brother too. We have plenty of room."

That was simply a wonderful sentence. Yes, she has a brother. Yes, she has plenty of room.

We got to the lobby, just as her mom agreed that would be fine.

As they walked away, the mom turned back.

"Congratulations on the new role with Inditex," she said, and smiled. Then they walked away.

"She knew the whole time," said Arely.

"Yep, but I'll bet his dad doesn't," I said.

"Maybe I'll suggest he bring his mom," said Arely. "Eventually."

Good idea, Arely, good idea.

Our final apartment was at Naga. A 5/5 and over 600 square meters. Over 5,400 square feet. It is a small complex with only 100 apartments.

"I love this," said Arely.

Oh good, another one to christen.

Did I mention Zhu joined us?

Repeatedly.

This was going to be fun

Tomas and I are in acquisition mode again. We have dream jobs.

Freaking lingerie. We'd expanded into a lot of related lines, like BDSM wear, which is a lot of fun, and other things. We really wanted to expand our breadth, so we're targeting clothing for clowns.

Just kidding. Clowns scare the fuck out of me. Tomas too. He let out a little scream when he read this. Surely you know this is Hunter.

So we went to our research tool, Google, and searched for new companies. It was a revelation. We focused on lines for the disabled and sexy lines for larger people. We're embarrassed that we didn't do it earlier.

Oh hell, that would be popular. The model search alone would be fun. I'm serious. No, I'm not turned on by disabled people. I'm turned on by people, some of whom might be disabled or have larger bodies.

We found a great list of eight companies on, of all things, Teen Vogue's site. So we started at the top with a company called Chromat. They passed the nipple test, and damn, there were gorgeous models. No, not all of them were waif thin, but damn. That was the whole point. They're a body inclusive clothing company. Yay! We're on our way to New York now, more specifically to Brooklyn, to meet with their founder, Becca. Sure, they have sexy, skinny young models on their site. They also have larger models and damn they're sexy. We want to talk about variations of their lines to accommodate disabilities, as well.

Then we're off to TomboyX in Seattle. They're a body inclusive underwear company favored by, well, everyone. Check out their site.

Last on this trip was RodeoH in San Francisco. They're a little harder to categorize, but they're a favorite of, well, all of us. They make an underwear line with integrated toys. Leslie, Hallie, and Ruby have a wide-variety of their products. It's what makes a double-ended dildo work. It fits into their underwear. They also have extremely nice dildos.

They offer a variation of the product targeted at the FtM market which works similarly, but provides you with the look of a nice, semi-hard cock all the time, that works quite well in action. Ask me how I know. The difference is that the FtM dildo doesn't insert in the wearer. We have FtM friends that use both, depending on the situation. I don't think we've ever introduced our good friend, Gray. We need to introduce you to our good friend, Gray.

Back to RodeoH. If you have time to pleasure yourself, scroll to the bottom and click on their galleries. It's not sexual. It is sensual.

Damn sensual.

Hell yes, we bought them.

Sharp, damn sharp

I'm sticking my nose in on this one. This is Ruby. Yeah, this is Tomas and Hunter's gig, but I wanted in on this one. I fell in love with the founders and I've never met them. They are custom clothiers. You come in for an interview and they create your style. Most of what I've seen is androgynous, and I'm cool with that. They are all stunning. It's run by a group of young gay men and a few lesbian women.

No, I'm not going to try to turn them. I'll bring men for them to fuck.

Kidding. Maybe. I called them up to make an appointment for a group. I got Clarence on the line. I have not met Clarence, but I like Clarence.

"Hi," I said. "I'm hoping to make a group appointment for a group of friends. It is a pretty big group. I think you have 20 appointments in a day. We'd love to fill that, but if you have more people, we'd bring a larger group."

"Oh dear," he said. "You're so sweet and so naive. We have an occasional cancellation, but just to get you in would be a least a month. Likely more."

"Well, I could guarantee 30 people and a $100,000 spend," I said. He snickered.

"While $100,000 is a lot of money," he said. "That's not enough to cancel appointments."

"Each," I said.

"Would tomorrow work for your group?" he said. Yes, we both laughed.

"I think I love you, Clarence," I said. He laughed.

"Sorry, sweety," he said. "I'm sure you're wonderful, but that's not the way I swing."

"You sure about that?" I said. "My name is Ruby."

It wasn't just a moan. It was a long moan. Deep throated, with force.

"That was an impressive moan," I said.

A new Clarence appeared.

"OK, here's the deal," said Clarence. "Am I right that you value being direct and honest, even with controversy?"

"Clarence," I said. "Did you really need to ask me that?"

"No, but it felt appropriate," he said, with a laugh.

"My circle of friends is small. About ten of us. We all run the company together. We all take turns answering the phone. I'm one of the designers. We've known each other forever, and feel free to interpret known any way that you would like. We've had the conversation about what woman would turn us for years. There was never an answer to that question other than no one until the last year or so. It didn't just change for one of us. It changed for all of us. You changed that. Ruby. The name makes us all shiver. We would all love to spend time with you and yes I mean biblically. We want you. Sorry for being so blunt," he said. "Now, I should add that some of our group are lesbians, and you happen to be married to the one person that triggers them."

"What word would your mama have reminded you to use?" I asked and he laughed.

"Please," he said, with some passion.

"I can never turn down men that say please," I said. "OK. This weekend. Our house in LA."

There was silence.

"I'll bring Tomas too. He's as flexible as I am if you get my drift," I said. I think that moan included an orgasm.

"Oh God, my friends would all be so jealous, and I can't even tell them," said Clarence.

"Two things, yes, you can tell them. I absolutely will give you permission and two, you misunderstood the invitation. It was not just to you," I said.

There was another bit of silence.

"You'd be with ten men in one weekend?" he said.

"What's your record?" I asked.

"Point taken," he said.

"Listen, I love sex. A lot. The idea of helping you guys experiment is huge for me. Yes, it turns me on. A lot. It's also cool that you would feel comfortable giving it a try. So yes, our house, this weekend," I said. "How about this? Your process is interviews. Why not do it a little different. Spend the weekend with us and get to know us. Then you get back together and create for us. I'll have a group of thirty. I'll give you a $5 million budget."

"Five million," choked out Clarence.

"Clarence," I said. "You know us. What is $5 million to us?"

"I don't know. Couch cushion money?" he said. I laughed.

"Exactly," I said. "Before we go, let's exchange numbers. I'll text you the address. Roll in around 9 or so."

"What should we bring? Swimsuits? Formal wear? A man needs to know," said Clarence.

"Clarence, none of you will be wearing any clothes this weekend," I said. "None of us will."

There's that moan again.

"Oh, and it will be a big group, unless you object," I said. "Could be as many as a hundred. So that $5 million was a minimum, but I know this group. A million apiece wouldn't surprise me. Now, before you freak out, they're all genuinely nice people and I can almost guarantee that they will all say a variation of Your budget is a million, do whatever you think works for me."

"We couldn't even make that many clothes," laughed Clarence.

"That's the other reason we wanted appointments," I said. "We love that you ethically source everything and that you make the clothes locally with seamstresses that you overpay for the market. We really do. So I'd love to talk to you about how to make that scalable, and I don't mean automating it. Offering opportunities to a wider group of seriously amazing seamstresses. We also love your support of inclusive causes. We'd like to donate to a charity of your team's choice in your company's name. We'll match our spend with a donation."

Clarence choked a bit.

"9," I said. "See you then."

We ended the call and I let everyone know that was interested to be at the LA house tomorrow morning. A big group responded. It is kind of weird when that many people are in your head.

No texting for me.

My name is Clarence

I am not quite clear why Ruby asked me to write up a journal entry on all of this. She did say it would be clearer later and shared a few entries so I could see the depth of the shared journal. By depth, I am pretty confident she meant the explicit narration of some pretty amazing sex.

She also told me that I could be as private as possible, up to and including, not writing this at all. I decided to write it as a personal journal, and decide later, but since you're reading it, you figured out my decision.

I can't possibly narrate the entire day but will give you highlights. My team and I arrived promptly at 9. All thirteen of us. We are who we are, so a ragtag, quirkily dressed group of great friends. I admit one thing that has me thinking this morning is a friend name Thalia. She's part of our group and we've been friends since middle school.

Just friends. Now I am spinning these wild thoughts that if I enjoy time with Ruby, maybe I want to spend time with Thalia. We'll see. I doubt she feels the same way, but if she does experience Tomas, then, well, maybe.

These feelings are confusing as hell. I know Robbie and Thalia are just as close. I suppose if we were all bi, then a Hunter, Hallie, and Leslie vibe, with a bit of a gender switch, could be there.

Holy shit. I'm imagining a trio, which is cool enough, but one of the three is a woman. Did you hear me gasp?

There is more to the story, so let me backup and begin right as we arrived at the house.

I arrived with Alex and Nikki, just as Thalia and Konte arrived. Thalia made a beeline to me and pulled me off to the side.

"OK, in the spirit of Dionysus, we have to talk," said Thalia. "Before we go in. I'm all hot and bothered about a guy and it is confusing the hell out of me."

"I know. Tomas," I said. "I get it."

"No, you don't," said Thalia, a little sternly, which for some reason was quite appealing. "You don't at all. Tomas was a fantasy. Someone that was unobtainable. Fun to talk about and sure, maybe I'd like to experiment with him, but that's not who is getting me all hot and bothered."

She stopped and just left it there. Surely she didn't mean. Wait, could she mean?

"You're pretty dense, do you know that?" she said, smiling. OK, softer Thalia is appealing too. Shit, I just said a woman was appealing.

"I love you," I said. It just popped out. I can't believe I said it.

"Love you as in long-time friend or love you as in you're as freaking confused as I am?" asked Thalia, tentatively.

"Yes," I said.

"Finally," said Robbie.

I looked at Thalia and she smiled.

"Not so fast," said Thalia. "This is honesty day. Are you OK with that?"

Robbie looked confused, then hopeful, than happy.

"Are we a trio?" asked Robbie.

That's when everyone not named Robbie yelled yes. I hadn't realized that someone had walked up, but the first person to yell jinx wasn't a part of my team.

It was Ruby.

"OK, you're all paying up for that one, but first are there any other honest confessions that this group has? You're about to cross some barriers, and if you do, I'd suggest you do it with someone you love before Tomas and me. Not instead of, but before," said Ruby.

There was silence for a bit, but Robbie stood with Thalia and me and Thalia took one of each of our hands. Konte and George stood with Alicia. Another MMF trio. Julio and Julius stood together, holding hands. I would have predicted that one. Marla raised her hand. Ruby laughed and nodded.

"Are we limited to three?" asked Marla.

"Why are you asking me?" said Ruby. "You know I'm in a quad. There are no rules. None. Be with who you want to be with.

That's when Marla walked over and stood with Cornelius, Diogo, Hasani, and Vita. FMMMF.

That sounds fun. Oh God. Look at me. I think it would be fun.

"It would be fun," said Thalia. "A lot of fun."

"Who are you and what have you done to Thalia?" asked Robbie.

That's when Ruby walked up to Thalia.

"May I please kiss you?" asked Ruby. Thalia looked a little stunned but bit her bottom lip and nodded. That is the single best kiss I have ever seen in my life. We watched both women just shake through an impressive orgasm.

Then Ruby turned to me.

"Have you ever kissed a woman?" asked Ruby. I shook my head no.

"Tell me when you have," said Ruby. "Happy to be your second. Not willing to be your first. Not anymore."

I turned to Thalia. She gave me the most luminous smile and held her arms open. I did manage to hold her up when she passed out. I would say that qualified as one hell of a kiss.

Then Thalia turned and kissed Robbie. He caught her too. Then Robbie turned to me.

Hell yes. I did have to push him away quickly. We both stood there taking deep breaths. Made it, but barely.

Ruby turned to our group.

"Welcome," said Ruby. "I think you all know who I am. This weekend is going to be fun but might be a little overwhelming. If it ever is, find a quiet spot in the house and take a break. If you want to leave at any time, feel free. If you came with someone else, I'll arrange a ride. Our weekends are, well, pretty fun, but can be intimidating. Now, before we go on, it appears that there are some budding relationships combined with some first time experiences. No pressure, but I'd suggest you consummate those first, then find your dream fucks and wear yourself out. For your first time, you need what we call whisperers. Basically coaches to help you through the process. Every single person in this house would be honored to be your whisperer, including me. There are more of us here than I expected and that's a good thing. There are about sixty of us, and we've all agreed to establish a $5 million dollar budget. Each."

She had to have misspoken.

"That's three hundred million dollars," I said.

"Sure," said Ruby. "Listen. We love what you've done. We want to fill our closets. But we also want you to be able to expand, and we can help. Business after pleasure though. Get to know us. Meet everyone. Mingle. Proposition anyone you want. They'll say yes, no, or not yet. Don't take offense. There won't be many no answers, and those will likely be people that are just too young. Wait, that's not right. They'll answer not yet. No one will say no. Everyone that can will say yes."

"Not to be rude, but under your rules, isn't everyone age 9 and up OK?" said Konte. Ruby laughed.

"Yeah, but we have a few that are not that old yet," said Ruby.

"And they'll be around during an orgy," said Alicia. Ruby laughed.

"They can't play with you, but no one said they can't play with me," said Ruby. "Even the youngest can watch. Heck, any of the youngest would be outstanding whisperers."

That got her a stare from all of us.

"So you have sixty adults plus a bunch of kids?" said George. Ruby looked confused.

"No, there are sixty of us total, including the kids," said Ruby.

She can't mean. Come on.

"So a kid under 9 has a $5 million budget for us," I asked. Ruby laughed.

"Our world takes some getting used to," said Ruby. "Even for us. It is insane. There isn't a person in there that couldn't, on their own, buy France. But don't let that freak you out. We are all pretty grounded normal people. Ask and they'll help. With anything."

With that, she turned and led the way into the house. Somehow she also knew exactly who each of us is, which given we haven't met, is a little odd. It is almost like she can read our minds.

She can't. Can she?

Surely not. OMG. I am considering whether another person can read my mind. Suddenly Ruby stopped and turned around.

"Yes, I can. We all can. If you don't want us to, just say so and we won't," she said. With that, she turned back and kept walking. Damn she has a cute little ass.

OMG. Again. I just admire a young woman's ass.

"It is a very fine ass," said Thalia. That's when she realized.

"Holy shit," said Thalia. "I think I just read your mind."

"I heard it too," said Robbie.

"Soulmates!" shouted Ruby, over her shoulder.

This is weird.

She led us inside and there was almost a cocktail party atmosphere. Just people chatting and laughing. One thing was different than the average cocktail party.

Not a single person had clothes on. Not a one. From the youngest, who appears to be about two, to the oldest. Ah, Ruby is naked now too.

Damn.

The youngest, who is a small Asian girl, walked over and held out her hand to me.

"Hi," she said. "You must be Clarence. Ruby speaks highly of you. My name is Tia. I'm Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie's daughter. My brother Jax is around here somewhere too. We're really looking forward to what inspirations you have for us."

Did that all come out of the mouth of a 2-year-old?

"Yeah, we're a little different than most," laughed Tia. "Oh, and my answer would be not yet. Just another six years and ninety-seven days. Put it on your calendar."

I think I just got propositioned by a 2-year-old. Who is now laughing.

"Yeah, baby," she said, in a flawless Austin Powers accent.

Just then a slightly larger Black boy walked over. Naked, of course. I find myself attracted to a young black boy. A really young Black boy. That feels wrong.

"Why would it be wrong?" asked the boy. "It is just a matter of timing, not interest. I'd do ya today if I were allowed. I'm Jax, by the way, Tia's brother."

Well sure. The fact that Jax is hard as a rock and has the cutest stiffy is very confusing. Just then two slightly older kids ran over.

Who might be, no who are, the most attractive two people that I have ever seen.

"Hi," said the girl. "I'm Jessica and he's Bill. Looking forward to your creations. I have some ideas, so let me know who I should chat with. But for now, we'll be back shortly."

Which led to all four running off down a hall. To what I think are the bedrooms. I turned to Ruby, who is laughing.

"They'll be a little stickier when they come out," said Ruby.

"From what?" asked Robbie.

Ruby raised her eyebrows and laughed.

"But I thought they couldn't play with anyone that old," said Konte.

"They can't. You're presuming that Jax and Bill can't cum," said Ruby.

"They're 3 and 4!" I said, a little loud.

Ruby waited me out. It took me a bit. I think my eyebrows hit the ceiling.

"At that age?" I asked.

"Sure," said Ruby. "Nothing says you can't watch. If you need a quick course on the mechanics, I'd go watch. You'll learn things. Heck, Jax and Bill will teach you things about man sex and Jessica and Tia will about woman sex."

"You people are fun," said George.

"More than you can imagine," said Ruby, laughing.

I guess I'm getting bashful now, but my first time was a threesome with Thalia and Robbie. My second time was a fivesome that added Ruby and Tomas.

If I died right now, I would die happy.

And they spent almost $500 million. They also matched it to our favorite charity.

Over a billion dollars. In a weekend. And it made Tia laugh. She said something about buying France.

I think she might be serious.

Off to San Francisco

The company is primarily in New York, but their founder splits time in San Francisco. We wanted a meeting. She was available in San Francisco, so we're off to SF.

Her company is Darkest Fox. Basically a body-inclusive lingerie and clothing line that I love. It is a good thing they're body inclusive because I'm pretty darn pregnant.

This is Cassie. My turn to go buy something and I love their lines.

I need the sidekick though. It is purely a coincidence that we're both pregnant, but my partner on this one is Valeria. We've become so close during our pregnancies.

So close.

Come on. Valeria. Talk about the whole package. Smart. Funny. Gorgeous.

Yep.

For some reason she is laughing.

"You just described yourself," said Valeria. Now, I could argue with her, and I should argue with her, but I didn't.

"Thank you," I said, and she smiled at me.

Now I am vibrating. I love this cum from a smile thing. We cum a lot throughout our day.

Now that's a win.

The founder of the company is Mabel. Hard to tell from her look, but Asian of some sort. Simply stunning. A little aggressive on the hairstyle for me, but whatever makes you happy. We're also meeting Truc, their head designer, who from the one head shot I saw is stunning. Vietnamese, I think.

Who cares? We're not going to have sex with them.

Maybe.

Hey! We're pregnant and horny.

We're meeting them at our house. Purely a coincidence, right? We're meeting at a consulate.

Hopeful. We're hopeful. Regardless, there are a lot of people around. Sequoia and Hershel and their kids, Theo, Carlyn, and Jori.

Yum.

Akira, Camron, and Mona.

Maryam and her mom, Lyra. Ramsey and his dad, Gordon.

You get the idea.

We're pregnant, horny, and craving cum.

Tonight is gonna be fun.

We landed on the roof and came down the elevator into the main room. To our surprise, Mabel and Truc were already here.

"Did we get the time wrong?" I asked, and Truc laughed.

"We might have been a little eager," said Mabel, with a smile. "Carlyn and Jori here have been chatting with us about some ideas they have for our lines. They suggested we bring sizes down. They mentioned an entirely new clientele."

"They suggested we should go down to 2T," said Truc, with a bit of shock.

"Tia," I said, with Valeria.

She got it out first. Which is why the two of us are now locked in a kiss.

Darn it. We'll need new carpet again. We finally turned back to Truc and Mabel, who had looks of shock on their face.

"Jinx," said Truc, in a trance.

I held my arms open. I at least moved over from the puddle.

And created a new puddle. When we finally broke our embrace, I saw Valeria and Mabel kissing. They broke their kiss, finally, only to be mesmerized.

By Jori and Carlyn kissing.

We all learned a few things.

"Well this meeting is off to a good start," said Jori. "Why don't we finish the business part of the meeting and then adjourn to the bedroom and get naked."

Seems like a fine plan.

"You told us you were 9!" said Truc.

"Yes, I did," said Jori. "And you are legally in the country of Dionysus now."

Great harmony on those moans.

"This is very confusing," said Mabel.

Which is when Camron walked in, with an arm around Akira and an arm around Mona. Not that unusual in our world.

Naked.

Not that unusual in our world.

"Oh, sorry," said Camron. "We didn't know you had guests. We saw the plane land and thought we'd come over for fun."

"They knew you were coming and came over naked," said Truc.

"No," said Akira. "We saw a plane land. We came over naked to find out who it was."

"You didn't care who it was," said Mabel.

"Sure we did. A new surprise every time," said Mona. "If they landed in that plane, we're coming over naked. Every time."

Seemed like a perfect time for Camron to get hard. The fact that he had not yet been hard was actually quite impressive.

Camron is also impressive hard.

Mabel and Truc were staring a bit.

"This is confusing," said Mabel.

"Why?" I said. "None of this can be that outrageous if you've read anything about us. Beyond that, what's wrong with it? We love sex. Valeria and I are pregnant. We really love sex. Let's have our meeting and if you're interested in staying, you're welcome. If not, that's a perfectly acceptable choice. We really only have three answers in our world. Yes, no, and not yet. Yes is our most common answer. No is rare. Not yet happens but is almost always age related."

"Perfect example," said Valeria. "We mentioned Tia. If you approached Tia and suggested getting naked and spending the afternoon in bed, maybe with Camron, Tia wouldn't say no. Tia would say not yet. She would then likely quote you the exact number of years and days until her ninth birthday and invite you to the party."

"She keeps track," I said. "She shares it with her parents every day."

"She tells her parents how many days until she's going to have an orgy on her ninth birthday," said Truc.

"Sure," I said. "They're first in line."

"With their own daughter. On her ninth birthday," said Mabel.

"Yes," said Valeria.

"We'll take it," said Mabel.

"Take what?" I said.

"Whatever you're offering," said Mabel. "OK, that was meant to be a joke and I admit that I would love to somehow become a part of your world, but in all seriousness, whatever you're offering is going to be way more than fair, benefiting us, and you're going to be remarkably hands-off and let us follow our own path. You'll put your marketing muscle behind us, and we'll take off and we, and every person at our company, will be rich beyond our wildest dreams, while having a simply amazing time."

"Well, yeah," I said, which made everyone laugh.

Which is when Jori and Carlyn jumped in and outlined the structure of a deal. Which had some extra twists that were better than the proposal I had prepared.

So Valeria and I sat and listened while occasionally making out.

Come on. I'm sitting right next to Valeria. Making out could reasonably be assumed.

"Well, I think we have a deal," said Mabel, and Truc nodded. "Who would we report to?"

"Me," said Jori. "And we'll work with you to make similar acquisitions and bring them into the fold. We'll create a very targeted niche within the more global operations."

Seemed OK to me.

Mabel looked at Valeria and me and I just nodded.

It is kind of our thing.

Just then the elevator opened, and Nylah came out, holding a manila envelope.

Nylah is wearing what I know is their Nija Tattoo Kimono. I know because I have the same outfit. It is entirely transparent. She is also wearing it without panties.

"I don't own any panties," said Nylah. Well sure.

It is perfectly tailored to fit her. She is a vision.

Camron's cock is throbbing.

Understandably.

"Where?" said Truc, and Nylah laughed.

"I had Timmy make it to match your design," said Nylah.

"Timmy. Timmy made one of our outfits. In a size for you," said Mable.

"Sure," said Nylah. "I knew I was coming to a meeting where it was appropriate."

"When did you know?" asked Truc.

"About six months ago," said Nylah. "We anticipated my growth."

She used her hands to stretch the kimono across her nipples.

Oh God. Nylah has the tiniest of nipple bumps.

She is standing in front of Camron.

Who just erupted all over her.

Which made Nylah laugh and laugh. She had also managed to open her kimono just as he started to cum, so she is covered face to pussy in his cum.

She has never looked sexier.

"Come on," said Nylah. "You need to clean up your mess. They can finish the business meeting."

She started to walk away, after handing the envelope to Jori. Camron, Mona, and Akira headed off with her.

Darn it.

"Wait," said Truc. They turned back.

We all moaned.

"Am I correct that it is OK for us to watch?" said Truc, and Nylah laughed. She skinned off the kimono, leaving her as naked as the other three.

"Sure," said Nylah. She laid down on the carpet, spreading her legs wide, aimed at Mable and Truc. Nylah used her fingers to open herself up, then slid in one, and then two, fingers.

"It's traditional to masturbate while watching," said Nylah.

"You don't have to," I said, but before I finished, Truc and Mable were naked.

Seemed like a good idea.

Camron got down on his knees and turned Nylah just a little to the side. He proceeded to clean her up. Quite well. He offered the first kiss to me, the second to Valeria, and the third to Mable.

"It is traditional to pass the cum to a pregnant woman if they're in the room," said Carlyn. Mable walked over and leaned down and kissed it to Valeria.

Darn it. Oh wait.

Truc is now kissing a mouthful of cum to me.

And I am now fingering Truc through a simply massive orgasm.

I think the meeting is going well, don't you?

We'll come back to this story later. We're not done. It's just the four of us now.

And we have things to do.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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