And because we live in a 25 by 22 foot apartment, the fight breaking out outside my room seemed to be only a couple feet away.What I remember from two... years ago is that I first heard the high-pitched scolding of my mother, and a concerned but angered attitude behind it. Seconds later, I could hear the low tones of my father screaming back. An argument was lit and since the moment it started, I hoped that it would die down soon. But put an intoxicated man and a concerned, almost paranoid woman,. “I don’t hate you. I just don’t like being around you. I have every reason to feel that way. I get you’re worried, but I want to be able to live my life. That means the opportunity for failure, or getting hurt. If you hurt me and now you want to make sure I never get hurt again, not only are you not letting me live my life, but the only hurt I’m going to feel is from you.” She chuckled, the first time I saw any kind of happy emotion from her since I caught her having sex. “If you want to think. She saw me watching her and grinned self-consciously."I'm sorry. I guess that I should have waited for you to get up. I was trying to get out of here before you woke up. I've got to find a place to stay."I threw the covers back, "I've got to get up. Turn away; all I have on is my shorts."She smiled, "I don't care. I realized this morning that I gave you quite a show last night. Do you want any thing for breakfast?"I shook my head and got up and walked quickly to the bathroom. I left the light. "Are you ready to take care of both of us?" Lucy chimed in. "Oh, I think there's more than enough there for both of us, Megan. He never fails to give me several orgasms at a time." Before I could even get on the bed with them Megan was reaching for my prick. "Let me have a taste, Frank. It looks yummy!" Megan took my cock in her hands and guided it to her open mouth. She wrapped her lips around the head and began to swirl her tongue around it, flicking at the soft, sensitive underside. It felt.