I doubted it We had a walk around, then went back to the hotel and had a drink in the residents lounge. A couple off our flight were in there and we ...oined them for a nightcap, which, thankfully, took her mind of wanting sex. She fell asleep straight away.Next day we went to Vatican square, a place id wanted to visit for years. I loved it. Could have wandered round there for days....no problem. She got bored, and off we went to the Spanish Steps. I got bored. Spanish Steps wow....not... Sylvia. I saw my dad was only in his shorts and was kissing my mother in sleeping position. My mother was wearing a silk night dress. I could see the whole scene clearly from my bedroom entrance. There was absolutely silence in the house and could hear only the kissing noises of my parents. After kissing for about 20-25 minutes my dad pulled up moms night dress till knee height. Dads one hand was on moms boobs and with the other hand he was pulling up moms night dress. Now moms night dress was till her. Then they made way for Susie, who pushed through them, went down the porch steps and stood over her husband.His face looked chalky in the moonlight, like he was going to be sick to his stomach.She said, "Brian, I won't be home tonight. After work tomorrow we can talk. If you want."He was staring bug-eyed at the moon-white naked split of her pussy. His mouth worked. No words came out."Tomorrow evening," Susie said.At last he rose shakily to his feet and went, legs wobbling, out the gate. Only Marcus knew about that requirement. Marcus, himself, started dropping by the roadhouse regularly about six weeks ago. Of course, no one knew that he was the fabled, rich, Marcus William Hartford V. He was Rick, a salesman from Duluth, Minnesota, who was staying at the motel on the edge of town. Salesmen away from home for extended periods of time were another of the selection criteria. He varied the requirements for the male guests slightly each year to be sure that his current cover story.