When Jennifer shrugged, Heather hugged her daughter lovingly. Jennifer cried on her mother's shoulder as she said, "I'm so confused. I don't know what...to do. Who should I choose, Mom? Please tell me; I can't decide."Heather held Jennifer at arms length so she could look lovingly into her eyes. "I can't make that decision for you, honey. You will have to live with your decision so you have to be the one to make it. Your father and I will completely support whatever choice you make."She pulled. The ice in my ice tea was melting, the condensation was dripping onto my stomach. My black bikini and oversized hat made me look a little intimidating. I loved sitting on my patio watching Simon push that heavy lawnmower. I’m sure that my lawns didn’t need mowing every three weeks, but when it was hot, he’d slip his shirt off so I could watch the beads of sweat drip down his back. Even after knowing him since he was 10, he’d started mowing my lawn at 12, he still called me Mrs. Cain. I’d. Abuela squeezed a third finger into my asshole as I started to convulse. My body was overwhelmed with the sensations. My clit still tingling from all of my orgasms from Tina. My cunt hole still tender from Daddy’s cock. Now my pucker was stretched and burning around Abuela’s thrusting fingers. She placed her had on my lower back to keep me still as she finger fucked my bottom, whispering encouraging words into my ear. “You’re so beautiful little one, your papa must be so proud of you. That’s it. “Thank you for coming, guys. I really appreciate it. That big reveal I was planning to have in a few weeks, has been rescheduled to now. I’m not up to talking that much, so I’ll ask you each to discuss what I plan on doing and your part in it. Please show everyone your notes, plans, and drawings - in whatever stage those are in - to give them a better idea. Start with Jorge, then Giuseppe, and finally Juan.”Again, I sat back, took a drink, closed my eyes, and listened. Jorge started the tale.