Not physically fought but had loud arguments. This usually occurred at night. I do not know exactly what they argued about because I would attempt t... shut it out. However, one night when I was 12 years old I was awakened by a particularly loud argument. I could hear dad’s deep voice state something to the effect that “You cannot do that!”I heard mom shout, “You just wait and see what I can do!” At that moment I heard a light tap, tap, tap on my bedroom door.I said softly, “Come in.” I. Did you tell dad?" No; I didn't think it was time. But I did bring up Jean, and he really dug the idea. I'm not sure she can take his big cock, though; she's so small and delicate, even if she's practically a nympho. I figured to get the three of us swinging together, so he'll loosen up more. Then, maybe we can arrange for him to see you and mom screwing. That ought to plug the plug for sure."Glynn massaged her mound. "One way or another. I just hope he doesn't freak out and beat the hell out. "Icompete as a twirler, rhythmic gymnastics, trampoline, trapeze, cordelisse, aerial silks, and I have been selected for our brand new spike ballteam. That does sound like a lot, when you say it all together. I ameither throwing something in the air and catching it, suspending from arope, or bouncing up either a ball or myself." Mother has always beensuper supportive of my pursuits. When I was the twins' age, I saw aparade and I thought the baton twirler was sooooo pretty. Mother. I knew I wasn’t going to hear the end of this any time soon.“Wanna see the house?” Jen asked.“Sure,” I agreed.Jen put both glasses in the sink and put the big jug of Gatorade back in the fridge. She grabbed each of us another cookie to munch on, then sealed up the cookie jar.She took me into the living room where her Dad was watching a football game. It was Bears vs. Giants.“Hi there Jake,” he stood up and offered a hand.Hi, Mr. Fox,” I shook his hand firmly. “What’s the score?”“Bears are up.