It was a fairly run of the mill party so far. My partner had shagged that gorgeous Tony, sucked his balls dry as usual, and was at the minute bringing his partner Vanessa off like a steam train as Jonathon reamed her beautiful ass. I'd had a couple of swipes at Mary and lunched with Samantha, and was just getting a drink from the bar. Nothing unusual or remarkable. But then the strangest strangest thing I have ever seen or am likely to. As if pulled by a gient flesh magnet, suddenly all the women at the party got up from, or took out, whomever they were doing, and gathered in the front drawing room. As the men stood around gaping, the women formed a circle, lay down with their feet touching in the middle, and thrust their tits in the air, with a shout of, 'Tits up for the lasses!' Just as we were getting over the shock of seeing what may have been a protest or a joke , and some of us were getting our stemscrubbers into gear, the women, to a man, (just a little joke,) arched their backs, reached down into the vulvas of the women either side, and dammit if they din't give each other the best double-fingering in the world - some kind of record, it must have been, and I wish I'd had my camera to shoot it. Obviously there would have been about twenty money shots too - boy we could have made money. But that isn't what it's all about - what's great if that the women got so much fulfillment and the men so turned on. It turned into a several day affair, and even when I think of the sheer amount and variety of sex I had that long weekend it makes my cock ache.