When I held my pussy lips open for him, it was Dad that locked his lips to my pussy lips and forced his tongue into my moist pussy. He drank it all th...n thanked me before he left.That weekend Dad would give Tammy some kind of signal, we would go to my bedroom where I would get completely naked, and then my father would knock on the door. Saturday night my father took my virginity. He used a condom and put extra K-Y Jelly on it to get his hard cock fully into me. Tammy watched the whole time and. Maybe he did too. I was his second, and that should have told me something, but I persevered. It started getting bad about a year ago. We had been married, oh, four years then. I had long given up on dressing to impress or to even be slightly alluring. Maybe that was wrong, but he didn’t seem to respond anyway.”She took a sip of her wine, and I waited for her to continue.“Anyway, he seemed to be spending a lot of time on his phone. At first, I ignored it. Then he left it where the screen. “She’s my great grandsire,” he said. He’d already told them this, but now that some intelligence had awoken inside his familiars, maybe it was time to reiterate some important facts. “Samantha is my mother. You remember Samantha, right?”Both birds nodded. It was infinitely easier to communicate with them now, to share complex ideas, and even get their feedback on things. They were still birds, though. They thought like birds, and framed things like birds, but there was no question they were. Enjoying yourselves? This room's free if you want it." She winked at Caroline before changing hands so that she was leading Chris, and going back into the party.Simon stood and watched the pair of them leave together. Caroline squeezed his hand."I guess that's it, then, Simon," Caroline told him, quietly."No, Marianne told me at the start of the party that we should go and enjoy ourselves," he told her. "It hurts, mind, it really does, but I'm in no position to complain." No, Simon, you've.