Nicholas fussed a bit, but calmed down quickly.“Bethany, I’d like you to meet my wife Belinda, and my children Fawn and Gerry. Everyone, this is B...thany. I’ve told you all about her.”“Welcome!” Belinda said. “Come in. We have pumpkin or apple pie, and ice cream. We also have coffee, tea, and drinks, if you wish.”We followed her to the dining room, and she and Fawn went to the kitchen to bring out the ice cream, coffee pot, and tea pot.“Did anyone want anything to drink besides coffee or tea?”. But NO, damn it! Everything else around me was perfectly normal. Only the remote wasn’t right.In a rush to reassure myself that I wasn’t hallucinating, I put it back together, aimed it at the TV, and pushed the “menu” key.HI, BOBBY. ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR INSTRUCTIONS?What the fuck?!Sean and his family got back home the next day. I called him early the following morning, as early as I could do it without being rude, and asked him to meet me at the football field because I didn’t want anyone. Her hair was done up with professionally applied makeup. She looked fabulous. The boys on the other hand, I had to look far and wide for a good photo of them. Almost everything I found of them was taken with a cell phone while participating at events or sitting on the floor opening gifts. This was tough. The more pictures I saw, the more memories came flooding back to me and the tougher it was to finish going through them.I finally chose a picture of them taken at Bass Pro just before last. “How about now”. I gruntI slip two fingers inside her pussy, ignoring her clit completely. I fit my fingers and immediately attack her g spot. She quickly comes again, as a shockwave goes through her body. Instead of letting her come down from her orgasm I keep going, making sure it doesn’t stop. Her moans and screams turn to tears as her orgasm lasts for almost a minute. When my hand gets tired she stops as her body starts to go limp. My hand leaves her pussy and goes to my rock hard.