In fact for a change we as a race had been pretty quiet.I just knew it was too good to last. Unfortunately we weren't the bad guys this time.We had a ...V in the break room so I decided that would be better to watch than just listening to the radio. We might get to see some pictures of what was so important that they disrupted my favourite time of the day - Going Home.Well the PM came on and I knew something serious was going on because he was disheveled and sweating like the AC was out on a hot. “Mom knows all of you now so she won’t have a problem with me having you over. I’ll order pizza for lunch.”“That sounds like fun!” Beca chimed in. She was spreading her charms around a bit by sitting on Desi, who didn’t quite know what to do with her.“Can we bring anything?” I asked.“Just your charming wit. It will probably be pretty much the same as this—sitting around watching movies.”“Only without the maternal slut parading around,” Joan sighed. “Sorry, guys.”“Love you, Joan,” Beca said,. " Lately, I've felt more like your mother than your wife, just cooking and cleaning, picking up after you."George eyed his wife's beautiful breasts tenting her blouse. "June … baby … in no way do you remind me of my mother." He sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. "And I don't want you picking up after me. That's part of the problem I think. You treat me like a child sometimes, instead of a grown-ass man, with your fussing and all."Okay, let’s just put the rest of this out there, George. She showed me into my bedroom where I’d sleep. I went to bed at night, and while laying down completely dressed, my thoughts were but focused in that splendorous lady, with her balloons, save for my homework. Suddenly, she showed at the room entrance, then stepped in. Actually, I was wishing her to come here in my magic mind. This had gotten me by surprise, though, and I noticed she wore a blouse, a mini skirt, which also showed a little of her thighs. She wore black high heels. I.