I live in what I think is my mom's house, but I'm not quite sure. Any pictures you would expect to be there are missing, any notebooks you would think...I had aren't there. It feels like any evidence someone grew up here vanished. This would be a nonissue, if it weren't for the fact I cannot remember anything about myself except my name.I'm feeling very frustrated. Over the last few days, I've been trying to remember anything about who I am, where I am, anything. I've seen a couple of things. So, the old saying about the apple and the tree with her and Amy rings true, and Lisa doesn't know it, well not like I do. It was late morning September 6th the Saturday before my birthday. My wife Lisa had left a half hour before to drive up to Cleveland to visit her mom. I had gone back to bed when the doorbell rang. I slowly climbed out of bed grabbing my robe and headed for the door, though the window I could see Char's family car. Now a strong knock, and my heart sank it was Char's dad.. "She gave her hips a buck up on my cock and then said, "No, still feels real good."She paused then said, "Just go slow now, long slow strokes, so I can feel all of you slide in and out. Marcy told me how you tentatively are going to let her sister take her place. If the Sis is anything like Marcy, and you need help breaking her in, just look me up, anytime you are in town."I was going slow, sliding my cock in and out of her tight cunt, with long slow strokes. Her cunt would squeeze me all the. He was good company and fun and I was glad when we were alone together. He did have work to do, so I tried to stay out of his way as much as possible hanging out in the room they'd given me watching videos and reading.We didn't have the internet at our house back then. (hard to remember those days.) But George and Linda did and I discovered the seemingly unlimited access to porn. So I was doing quite a lot of masturbating too. At that age I seemed to have a never-ending need to jerk off..