I loved to look up my Mom’s shorts when she would lay back to take a nap in the recliner. Depending on her position I could see a cheek of her ass a...d sometimes the hair sticking out of her panties. I’m getting a hard on just thinking of it. My Dad drinks, my Mom very seldom. On our first night there, I went to my folk’s room across the hall to get a blanket. My Dad was in the shower, my Mom was in her nighty reading on top of the covers. As she swung her legs to get out of bed her nighty slid. She decided it wasn't worth calling the base for military backup. She would handle them herself, whoever it was.She pulled into a shopping center and parked at a fast food restaurant. The other car parked at the family restaurant next door. Claire opened her glove box and grabbed her flashlight and handgun, transferred them into her purse, then left her car and went inside the restaurant. She headed straight out the other door on the far side of the building, and walked a large circle around. While this was going on, Ellen was waiting in my bedroom. I called to her and she came out, dressed in a garter belt and stockings, and nothing else. She was also holding a small sponge ball, and a dildo that had to be 14 inches long with twin heads. Handing me the ball, I told Liz to open her mouth, she did so slowly but as soon as she did I placed the ball there, not deep, but enough for her to grip in her teeth. I then took the long dildo, and lubricating it with some KY jelly, I slid one. Theyhad a thin 3-inch heel and were white in colour; rather I should haveworn the pair with a chunkier heel and black leather.I walked comfortably up to the bridge over the creek that came down fromthe hillside and flowed to the pond created by the beavers a few yearsbefore. I had measured the distance, almost two miles, I turned aroundto head back daydreaming as I did I got about half way down the pathwhen I noticed another car pulled up next to mine. A touch of panicgripped my nerves, but I.