The marching band performed another tune while the stands emptied and the parade portion was complete.Ruth Anderson walked up to her three grandchildr...en and hugged them telling them how proud she was of them all. "Where's Mom," Waif asked expecting her mother to be there."She was detained at the county court house, your other grandmother had a preliminary hearing to set bail on her charges, she said to tell you she was sorry to miss the parade but would be at the dinner tonight as my plus one. In another life, one where I couldn't admit my bisexual nature, I had continued my relationship with Marissa after committing to Steve. That wasn't the current me. I was a different version, but in me was the potential to choose to risk my relationship with Steve for my own pleasure. I wasn't as good as my daughter. I wasn't as strong.My heart ached. What did that mean about me? I wasn't the original Linda Davies at all. I was a modified version. Improved. I felt real, but—My daughter kissed me. Her groin, buzzing with her last orgasm, continued to throb to the beat of her heart...to the beat of the music. She inhaled the aroma of his musk, of the candles, sending her higher. His erection rose between her legs, and she felt herself getting moist again. The head of his cock found her wet slit and he thrust, forcing a gasp from her. Gripping her shoulders, he pressed himself against the firm, damp globes of her ass and slid into her pussy, slick with the juices of her orgasms, with the. Her make-up was minimal but for a rosy shine on her lips, but the lack of paint emphasized the erotically fullness of her lips. She wore a short dress that moved with the lithe curves of her body. It’s muted mossy green color and simple lines would have been casually classy, but for the long, belled sleeves that turned classy to charmingly flirty. A bright yellow, heart-shaped stone draped around her neck, and hung so low that it drew the eye to where it was nestled, happily between Jessamine’s.