After having been married to their husbands for twenty five years neither Beth nor Anne ever married again. The two women didn't like living alone so ...hey sold their homes and their husbands business and moved in with my wife's mom and dad. Anne had never had any children of her own and had always treated Beth's son Bryce as if he were her son too. When the two grand ladies were in their mid fifties they began to exhibit symptoms of either Alzheimer's or Dementia and realizing this transferred. He said he had a thick terry cloth bathrobe I could wear when we finished tubbing. So I laid back and let the bubbles relax me. After about 30 minutes had passed, Don got up and said he had had enough. If he stayed in any longer he would probably fall asleep. We had made no small talk or even had any conversation for the whole 30 minutes, and now I felt like I was going to just start talking and never shut up. But Don broke the silence instead, and asked if I thought it would be best if we sat. Without a word, my body walked to it and my hand picked it up. "Hello?" Jane spoke through my voice."Molly?"Without answering, my head turned to the four staring sisters, and I felt my lips form the silent word "Molly?" toward them. Of course! She didn't know her own name! None of them had used it since the spell had been cast. Jill and Jan nodded furiously."Molly?" the voice on the phone said again into the silence."Herman?" Jane cried. "Herman, is that you?" Molly, I can't believe it! This. I stepped closer and was treated to the sight of Mona in her white high heels, white stockings, garter belt, panties and bra. She was bent forward at the waist and had her hands on the arms of a chair. Sitting in the chair was my best man and Mona was sucking his cock the way a cock is supposed to be sucked – no hands, just mouth. I watched as she sucked him to completion. I could tell when he came because I saw white stuff leaking out of the corners of her mouth. I was beside myself with lust..