The release of climactic proportions happens quickly as they both gasp for air as they cum. Emma leans her head against Donald’s shoulder for a mom...ent as their breathing calms. He helps her stand, and after washing their hands they check the turkey and Emma baste it as Donald settles himself back into his pants.They return flushed to the living room, commenting on how warm the oven is to try to cover themselves but as they make drinks for everyone, the mischievous looks between the four women. ..”I grinned, “Nice smirk, but I don’t think that’s your cup of tea!”“It’s not!”“Though it might solve one problem!” I teased.“Forget it!”“Jos, it seems as if you’re telling me to break up with Melody.”“No, I’m asking you if you REALLY think she’s the one. In your heart?”I sighed deeply, “Not if she’s going to push us apart.”“It’s going to take a very special kind of girl to accept our relationship, even after we both marry.”“And a special guy?” I asked.“Yes.”“There’s always Dale...” I. Her anus twitched and the intruder there worked its magic on her, the egg pulsed and caused her to come again and again. Someone was holding her up, she had lost all sense of body and time. She came. The egg stopped, and her breathing slowed. Aftershocks rippled through her body causing her to twitch slightly. When sense returned she suddenly realized what she had done. She had orgasmed in front of her Master and Mistresses friends. Her eyes opened and she realized she was sitting on a chair in. Between the door and herself. She had no idea what was happening, but something had suddenly taken a wrong turn. She stared at the blind-man, her lips slightly parted forebodingly. Finally, she managed to say: "I- I don't under understand, Mr. Bovino."The big-man lay back and once more she could see his large, limp male member hanging down to the cushion of the chair over his hair-covered testicles and she swallowed in red-faced disconcertion."You work downstairs in the dining room, don't you?".