I stepped out into the hallway thoughts raceing.I took a deep breath. Fondling my knife I felt my flip phone and got a devilish idea. Entering the bat... room once more I began to take pictures of my mothers fall from grace her infidelity. She was now engulfing his smear headed dick. My prudish mother that lectured me for hanging up swimsuit model posters. Was now downing a sock a strangers cock.She was really going to town on it. His hands pushing her head down the entire length gagging could be. I am such an idiot! Fancy usingMichael's surname as an alias. I'd just blurted it out. In a fit ofgenius it meant I'd given a name that was easily traceable and failed tomatch my ID. My ID said I was Emily Doe. No,really. Social Services arevery unoriginal at giving surnames to wandering amnesiacs."If you have another name you'd rather use, all you have to do is tellme. I promise I won't remember or repeat it. The good sisters think,they aren't certain, mind you, but they think you may need. I looked down at her, not believing that my masturbation fantasy was actually doing the masturbating for me. "I love what you're doing to me." I responded in a small, soft voice. "I've never felt anything like this before." "You need to hurry." She responded. "Jack or Larry might be home soon and if so, you're a pervert standing naked and hard out on my patio and I had no idea you were here." With that, she began to quicken her pace, going all the way down my shaft and up over the head,. Joan and Fawn, needless to say, gave him all the cooperation they could. By the time Fawn had the closet filled with her clothing, Ted had tucked the back of her dress inside the waist of her panties, and opened his mother's blouse to let her tits hang free. His cock was standing out of his cut-off jeans, jerking up and down.Fawn and Joan, too, could not resist touching each other, as well as Ted. He found it exciting to see two women running about his house this way, knowing he could fuck.