Jam whispered, “I can remember sitting under that chandelier with my parents when I was young. They will be here and I want you to meet them.” I n...odded. I noticed Angela whispering to Roger and had the feeling that a different talk was occurring.A few moments later, an older couple in which the man looked like an older version of Jam walked in by the piano and came toward us. The woman’s face lit with recognition at seeing Jam. They stopped by us. We stood.Jam said, “Mom, Dad, I am proud to. “Oh God that feels so good!” I whispered. He just watched my expression as he continued to stimulate me. “Do you want me to lick it?” he asked politely. I felt my body jolt just from the question. I was speechless; all I could do was nod “yes,” He opened my legs as I felt his fingers spread my pussy lips. I clenched my fists as I felt the tip of his tongue touch my sensitive clit. I needed to scream out in pleasure, but resisted the urge. His licks were slow and gentle. I felt a sensation. The voluptuous melody matched the curves of my precious Bethie as she snuggled against me, with her head on my shoulder and her thigh d****d across my lap. Just as Saturday had been filled with Lizvette, Sunday was filled with Bethie, and the blessed comfort she gave to me. Certainly my behavior with Lizvette was not looked upon favorably from above, but the peace my beautiful daughter gave me and the intimacy we shared that day was a balm to my soul, and only fate could have allowed it.In. I slid my hand up and down her thigh eventually going under her skirt and pressing against the damp crotch of her panties. As I ran my finger up and down her slit she threw her arms around my neck and intensified the kiss. She was moaning almost continuously at that point.I slipped my finger into the leg hole of her panties and caressed her pussy directly skin-on-skin as her hips thrust back and forth. I inserted my finger into her hot and wet vaginal opening confirming that she was not a.