Of course being that I was the only guy living in the house at the time. At the same time I made very little effort to keep from them knowing it was ...me. Sometimes when I was done jerking off on my sisters or my mom's bed, using the most recent thong they just took off...after filling it with my cum. I would just boldly leave for them to find. they never said a word about it. I like to think when they found it, they would slurp my cum off my their panties.Anyway, I told my mom I took two. "Oh, Christ, that's good", she said. She locked her hands behind my head, and kissed me deeply. I slid in and out, in and out. I told her, "I'm getting close; are you protected?" She said, "Yeah, I've had the shot. Let it come, big boy." I let it rip until it was running down her legs. She kissed me, and said, "Thanks Tim; you've made my day." I told her the pleasure was all mine.I looked over at Jane, who was also naked and getting her brains fucked out. She started screaming her orgasm. After. Yes... Caesar... she needed her darling Caesar to bring her ecstatic joy... !"Now, Baby, now!" Lydia sharply commanded, suddenly realizing that the whole scene was taking a wrong twist! "Remember Lydia, sweet lover... ? You promised to kiss her pussy... promised!" L-Lydia... ?" Jean repeated, staring and loving the sight of the beautiful girl enticingly presented before her... yet, yet... ? "Y-Yes Lydia, you're so lovely... but I have to go now... have to go... !"The auburn-haired girl felt her. The whole drive up there, my mind was thinking through the various fishing holes I preferred and how best to fish them.Of course, my mind came back to Eleanor. I can't take credit for giving her that name. That has to go to Jerry Bruckheimer and his movie, Gone in 60 Seconds, in which Nicholas Cage had tried to steal a Shelby GT500 several times and always had something go wrong. The car was elusive, leaving him always wishing. My Eleanor was a large, brown trout that lived in a certain calm.