I went to Tom & Robin's house as planned, and I find out that Tom's "set up" was having his wife blindfolded and tied down to the bed with one of thos... under-the-bed 4-point restraints. He silently signaled for me to get undressed, which I did, and then motioned me over to the bed, signaling me to start eating Robin’s pussy. I did as he requested and started lapping that beautiful and wet pussy of his wife. I could have spent all night down between those legs.As Robin moaned with pleasure, I. "Dad signaled to a waiter and told him we'd like to move to the Opera Cafe. "It's not the best restaurant in town, but the buffet was good, I recall," he said.Rachel and I pillaged the cold seafood; mum and dad took an assortment of things. Rachel told about Al and Cait, much to mum's amusement. We were just about finished when dad's cell buzzed."Hollister ... Yes ... Yes ... That's just fine. Might we come out tomorrow or Monday? My wife will want to take measurements and make notes.. The clock beside the bed said 7:20. They had 10 minutes, minimum.With that, she lay back on her bed, spreading her legs wide with her feet slightly in the air. Her pink pussy lips were swollen, ready for him, surrounded by the curls of her pubic hair. He had to eat that pussy again. It was gorgeous. He knelt on the bed between her legs, sliding his hands under her ass and raising her pussy up in the air to his lips. He sucked Bonnie’s puckered lips into his mouth, tasting her again. ‘Ohhhhh…’. Gave me time to hustle my own ass around the building, hop into my piece-of-shit Toyota, and burn out of there.Four hours later I was in Reno. Fucking biggest little town in the world, or some such shit. Who cares? I mean, big is big, if you're talking Vegas, baby, but the rest of it? Uh uh.Showered, my last set of clean clothes. Crashed on the bed. Too pooped to pop. Or fuck. Or something. I needed to think. Jim gone, who's left? Mark? Nope, too queer. Yeah, gay rights and all that, but.