Now close your eyes until I say you can open them."I laughed cautiously. I had no expectation of what might be on the other side. A sudden thought, we...l, maybe more a wish, gave me a hope that it would be Bianca on the other side. I long had a fantasy of a threesome with Polly and Bianca even before we were married. Bianca is petite and as cute as a kitten. Sweet face atop a slight body with nice curves completed her picture. Well, maybe I should mention her long cinnamon colored hair, which. She yelped a high pitched, “Oh my God, I am cumming!” This was enough to get me fueled, so I opened her pussy with both hands, uncovered her clit and licked and licked as if there were no tomorrow. Her legs imprisoned my head, locking me to her womanhood and then, it happened: her body went frozen for a split second, she screamed and her hip rocked furiously against my tongue covering it and my mouth with her cum, which I licked up. She then pulled me to her lips to kiss her so that she would. What if she weren't? I would be in deep trouble.I traced my steps back and came out of the room; adjusting the doors to the original position.Rosie's room was still closed.I went to my room and took a quick shower. I desperately wanted to rub my cock, but I restrained myself. I decided to save my load for mother. If I was lucky; then I would be spurting my loaded semen deep into my mother's hungry cunt. That would be much better.After the shower, I quickly returned to the living room. I. I had gained a serenity that I had envied in Christine. She has no decisions to make. Mine were already made. I tried not to think about the consequences, because it would scare the spit out of me.My audience was one woman, four men and Sean, who already knew. I examined the five. Three of the men I might have approached as potential clients. The fourth was Francis Costello from the local paper. The woman was clearly paired with the star of the bunch, Michael Gordon of the Wall Street Journal..