The Latin tag swam lazily to the surface from the depth of his subconscious. One day we will look back and rejoice. He chuckled at the irony of that p...rticular piece of Ovid coming to mind at this time. He was more used to quoting the 'dirty bits'. The doubtful benefits of a classical education. Reaching for the whisky, he reflected how his life was full of little ironies these days. It wasn't just a case of another marriage going sour; it was the timing of it.At the very moment he believed he. “Yeah, you just thought it was hot and you know it, don’t you mom as Roberto placed his hand on Marcie’s ass and rubbed it. “What do you think you doing, stop that and don’t call me mom”. It makes you wet doesn’t it when i call you mom. He again touched her by slipping his hand between her legs. “Roberto stop doing that” as she shooed his hand away. Am i making horny? No, and stop it! ,but again this time he took hold of her ass and squeezed it, Roberto please! she begged. “Yes, you are horny. What now, I suppose I could go and tease my young brother with my naked body, but that's a bit cheap. No what I need now was a cunning plan, but my mind was empty. The only thing I could up with was to go to all the parties I could, in the hope he might be there too. Luckily both Janie and I had plenty of friends who would invite us.It was the week after the exams had finished, everyone was in party mood, so I had high hopes of bumping into him. I had dressed down for the occasion; I didn't. Are. You. Today.” “I. Am. Fine. And. You?” “Just. Fine.” Ughh. Watching some playback from the cameras after a couple of days made everyone groan because of how bad it was. Further, all the foreplay and romance in the group had totally vanished, except for what went on behind closed doors. There were no kisses hello or goodbye. No hugs. No handshakes and back slaps. Just mechanical humanoid robots walking through the day.Brian Knight, an NBC producer, showed up on Sunday evening. He met with us.