She’s a Mediterranean girl. Far more likely to sneak out on her father and marry Othello.”“Okay. I’ll think about that. Type up the rest of th... cast list while I take a walk.”When casting a show, I often exercised to clear my mind. It was nearly midnight and The Box, where we’d held auditions, was dark and empty. I centered myself and began the stretches and movements I taught my classes. When I’d gotten through them, I returned to the office.Reese was waiting patiently, drowsing over a text. Carel drove the rest of the way home.We finally had all the bags, and dirty laundry moved into the house. Steve was on his way home, none the wiser of what Brad and I had done practically under his nose. We made a pot of coffee, and the three of us sat at the kitchen table with our private thoughts about this year’s vacation and the future.I would have to make some room in my bathroom and bedroom for Brad to keep a few things he might need in the morning. Barb and Jake would be home after. I had my eyes on her rear. It was a nice view.She turned around and said, “How about a western omelet?”I nodded and said, “Great! Did you sew this outfit?”She headed to the fridge to get eggs and all the rest of the items needed including hot sauce. “Yes, it’s from a pattern. I liked how it looked on a model on TV. I think it came out the way I wanted it to look.”“You look great in it. Of course, you look great in everything I’ve seen you wear including your running clothes.”She was cutting up. Teach me what to do to make you moan and call me name out…like…like you did with dad. My mouth sought out his in fiery lust-filled, open mouth, tongue mingling kisses. In fact I moaned my encouragement into his mouth. Given the go-ahead, my robe was fling to the floor and my son got his first glimpse of his mothers nude body. At that point, I was resigned to having sex with my son. Better yet, I was anxious to have him fuck me. It was when he stood before me and stripped naked as the day he.