Once again, I come face to face with your father. Who, thankfully, is looking a lot calmer than when we first met. “This is my dad, Ian,” you say,...then gesturing to a middle aged woman setting the table, “This is my mum, Leanne." Your mother stands to greet me; she’s identical to you. Maybe a bit shorter, but not by much. “Nice to meet you Leanne,” I say giving her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. “I can see where Alex got her good looks from.” “Oh thank you, James,” your mum replies blushing. His hands started a slow soothing, massaging action along her shoulders and slowly they worked their way down to her breasts. Dianne sighed as the hands began a gentle massaging and kneading of the firm mounds. His fingers slipped up to her nipples and tantalizingly played with the stiff pink buds. All the while, his mouth continued to plant soft butterfly kisses along her neck and shoulders. A sigh filtered out of Dianne’s, open mouth, ‘Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!’ His fingers slipped. “It’s awful. You must be dying, you aren’t even here on a bet.” Mary smiled at that. “Yes but I owe it to my friend to stay til the end. Though you are right, it’s rough.” “You know what this movie is missing?” Mary looked over this time. “Do tell, Mr. Film Critic.” “If it was any cheaper, I would swear there’d be a topless scene right about now.” Mary grinned at that and turned back to watch the movie. Nate figured Mary finished talking, so he turned back. After a few. Unknown to the teacher, Trent really was in school and heard what the teacher said. Mr. Smith shook his head in disapproval. "Sheesh... on his first day, too. Let's move on... Jesse Cromberry."A student wearing a black hood and extremely long sleeves responded with a raised hand."Is there a reason why you're wearing a hood to cover your face?" Mr. Smith asked. When the student nodded, the teacher shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay... moving on. Motoko Kurenai." I prefer Monica, if you.