It starts off with us going out for a romantic dinner. We end up talking about all the good things the last 20 years have brought us. We are now done... with our meal and I whisper to her that there is more to come. I have set up a night at a local bed and breakfast. She is very surprised as we enter onto the parking lot. We have talked about doing this for the past 5 years. I then take her by the hand and lead her up to our room on the second floor. It is there presidential room, which is there. Sam, on the other hand, just stood there for a moment looking at me."Everything okay, Sam?" I ask."Yeah, I guess so..." she trails off before heading after her mother, but not without first looking back at me. And with that, Emily and I were alone in the house. I walked over to a window in the kitchen that gave a clear view of the driveway. Emily silently appeared next to me and we watched until her sister and mother pulled out of the garage and were on their way. We both smiled at one another. “Please … be a good girl and sit quietly.” I took this opportunity to stick my tongue out at my older sister before breaking into a massive grin. Megan mouthed the word “bitch” at me before folding her arms and looking out of the kitchen window. Candle number twelve was now illuminating the room. The light danced hypnotically in Dad’s eyes as he moved on to number thirteen. “Sorry Dad,” I whispered coyly, “there are a lot of candles!” He laughed and nodded in agreement. "Yes, yes there are.". He would gently reach out and touch her soft nylon panties pressing his fingers against her soft butt. Eventually he would lean over on her pressing his erection against the softness. Next he would gently pull his underwear down so he could feel her panties with his dick, and he would begin to gently slide it across her panties. On one occasion the sensation was so intense he eventually got brave enough to gently pull her panties down so he could feel the soft skin of her pretty little butt.