At that moment, in some mysterious, inexplicable way, the characteristics of my previous family members had melded with my current family; Caroline wi...h Mimi, and my two adopted daughters, Molly March and Domina Barbados, with my two birth daughters, Mollie-Annette and Caroline-Domina. Those who were lost to me in the fire at Hungerford Hall were merged with my present family.I no longer grieved their absence because they were now part of my living loved ones. I took this as a sublime gift from. I should have expected it, but I was just too dog tired and preoccupied with football. I 'woke' in the middle of the night to find myself once again standing beside my old pickup truck on that lonely dirt road. Sammy, Sammi, The Sergeant and the Author were there, and standing in front of them was another me."Hi Sam," he said with my voice."Hi Sam?" I answered back."Call me Slammin' Sammy," he said. "Its what the sports writers nicknamed me."Slammin Sammy was wearing a Baltimore Orioles. Her pussy exposed for all to see and crucially so was her asshole. The movement on the table had basically left Jemma directly looking over her mums exposed clit, her juices running down and over her asshole, it looked beautiful. Kyles cock was inches away from his mothers opening too, Jemma could basically lick both should she choose to. Jemma looked across, George was smiling at her, his cock hardening again, she watched as he directed his cock towards her mothers left hand which was gripping. He blinked - he hadn't been expecting that."Huh," he said. Then, he shrugged. "Well, if you hadn't been acting like such a slut, you wouldn't be here. Girls should know better than to dress and shake their ass at guys like that - it tells them that they want to fuck, you know? I guess, deep down, you probably wanted this. And if you don't want this, then you should have thought about that before you went out dressed like a slut." With that, he punctured her hymen easily, pushing his finger deep.