”“Did you at least hide the knives?” I asked.“Come on in. Just be prepared to hear an acid tongue.”“Just like my mom,” I sighed. “Why ...s she turning into my mom?”“You know we always thought your mom was mentally ill, and that kind of thing does run in families.”“Don’t even THINK that!” I said. “If she ends up someplace where she tells what happened between us, both of our lives are basically over.”“I know,” Jennifer said gently. “Come inside and let’s see what we can do.”It wasn’t trepidation. When he brought home good grades from school, his father wanted to know why he hadn't been valedictorian, or at least made the honor roll. When he pitched a one-hitter in Little League, his father wanted to know why it hadn't been a no-hitter. The work he did around the house was never careful enough for the old man, the girls he brought home never pretty enough. Everything Tim did his father could do better. There was no satisfying him.So finally, after he had tried everything else, Tim tried. I sometimes feel as though I have to beat them away with a stick (just a manner of speaking of course, I would never do such a thing). I am never entirely sure the criteria June uses to make her final pick for the year. But invariably she picks very healthy, handsome looking young men. I would say in most cases, the young man who stays with us could easily get a job as a male model, particularly the ones you see in underwear ads. When she finally chooses the lucky boy for the school year, we do. Cindy, unabashedly, would look approvingly at her cousins taught body as they changed. Jenna’s perky tits and ass looked like they did back in high school. Cindy snapped the end of her bikini like a whip against Jenna’s ass.Jenna yelped. One hand reaching back to rub the spot where she was whipped the other reflexively attempting to cover herself.“Well,” Cindy said, throwing the loop of the bikini top over her head, her large breast swaying back and forth before she tucked them into her top,.