Occasionally I have goodfortune, occasionally bad, but I do not perceive a connection betweenmy fortunes and my sacrifices to the Lares of the house. ...Some in Romefeel the same way I do, but some still believe. And yet here," hesaid, gesturing at my altered body, "here is evidence of the existenceof true magic. How is it possible that one can be so devoted to hisfamily's protective spirits and see no results, while magic like thisis known to exist?" In times of war and strife, it is natural. She only said "oh" I walked back behind her slid my arms around her waist then up to her breasts. Then I told her that there were some things I was going to have to say while I did them. Mom got flustered while I unbuttoned her top, Calissa stood by with an intense sexual stare at us. I told mom this wasn't the part yet where I had to talk. This kept mom off balance until after had felt her tits under her bra and was starting to pull one out. Mom started to stop me but I said this is where I. We kissed and made out like that for a while more. After that, Swati said she’d get something to eat and stood up to do go. The problem was, my hand was still in the waistband of her thong, and as she stood up, the flimsy material tore with a rip, and I was left there with the thong wrapped around my fingers. Swati saw what had happened, and cracked up laughing, saying - “I hope you’re happy now, Mr. Public Make-out!”. I started laughing too, and she walked away towards the food table.I looked. “And what does a Scotsman wear under his kilt?” she moaned as she pulled the shirt from his kilt and sucked his nipples.“If he’s a real Scotsman,” he undid her bra, “he wears absolutely nothing, we call it going commando style.”“Oh, my,” she winced and bit her lip, “nothing?”“Nothing.”She slid her hand up his kilt and and he parted his legs for her inquiring fingers, a nervous smile nudged her lips as she found his erect member and measured it in her hand.“Not big enough?”She giggled.“If you.