It was a little funny watching these two drunks trying to have sex and film it. Fred saw me and yelled at me to come into the room. I walked in a litt...e hesitant. Fred handed me the camera and told me to get some good shots of him railing my mother. I filmed as Fred and mom fucked, Fred giving me directions. They finished, having me do a close up of mom's cum filled pussy. Fred jumped up and walked away with the camera. I stood there, with a huge tent in my boxers. Mom giggled and pointed my. By the time my tour of duty was up, we had decided to meet near her home in upstate New York. A small town by the name of Walkhill. I think that we both anticipated what this first meeting would be like, but were filled with doubts too. Fear and exhilaration all together. I flew from Thule to Goose Bay, Labrador and then on to New York City, where I caught a train to Newburgh, NY. She was waiting at the station with her fathers car. Quite an adventuresome feat for a young lady in those days. We. Barley catching herself, Brook clumsily landed in the chair and quickly corrected her posture so as to not give the intruder a chance to see either her exposed breasts or twat.As she adjusted the towel, she looked up at the burglar, and gasped in surprise at who it was.“Sam?” She yelled in shock.“Brook”, Sam said in a clam and somewhat angered voice.“H-how did you find us? And how did you get out of Tucso-”“I’m here to help you”“Help?”“Greene. I want to kill him, and I know that he’s here in. “Actually, I was thinking about fucking your ass.”“Wait! I’ve never done that before.”“Don’t you want to try it? I think you’ll like it.”“I don’t know.”“I’ll use some conditioner as a lubricant and it’ll slip right in, but you have to remain relaxed.”“Have you done this before?” she asked nervously.“Yes. Many times. And they always enjoyed it.”“Well, okay, but you have to stop if I say so.”“I will,” I said as I took the small hotel-supplied bottle of conditioner, smeared a good bit of it on my.