The motel was one of those things with cracker boxes stacked on top of each other. Little more than a glorified version of a flop house. It didn't mat...er at all to me. the bed was all I had in mind.The bed was a king sized behemoth, so there was plenty of room for an orgy, if one was so inclined. Too bad I wasn't in the mood. I had the brother's grim on my mind, nothing more. I was pleasantly surprised to find that Martin was the same.It was all about the job for both of us it seemed. The woman. "Jeez Mom, Dad's gonna be real pissed if there's another fine to pay!"I leaned down further and looked across at her. WOW, what a beauty! This was one seriously fine looking young woman, maybe in her late teens. She had long straight blond hair with a few strawberry streaks, plenty of make-up and a narrower, more defined face than her 'Mom, ' but the full lips and mischievous, enchanting green eyes were just the same. She looked to have a nice slim figure with all the curves in the right places. I slipped them on under the pink slip. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and liked what I saw. I liked it a lot. I would rub myself to orgasm through the slip and panties. I sensed something. There was Mrs. Summer’s reflection in the mirror. She was standing in the doorway, her arms folded, a smile on her lips. We just stood there looking at each other in the mirror. “I was curious as to which slip you would choose, Frankie. I guessed right.” She walked into the room and stood behind. Our lips didn't depart for about seven minutes straight. Then I couldn't see Joe, but I imagined that his jaw was on the floor. As those seven minutes were up, we both felt some warm liquid hit our feet. We looked over at him, and his cock was out. He stripped out of his pants and boxers, and he was jacking off."I think your husband likes the idea or us together," I mentioned out loud."Evidently, he does," Erin let me know.Then she got up again, and went back over to him. She looked down at his.