Things had happened over those two weeks that I still feel I should have been a part of. First of all there was the matter of my dad and his... confus...ion of who he really was.As I found out from Kain later, my dad had been carrying Gladius senior's memories around with him since the day of Gladius's death in 1967. The fifty nine year old man had become very attached to my dad, and after breaking the news of my parental grandfather's mass suicide, Gladius senior had followed my dad when he ran. He has a reputation for grandstanding.”“Remind me never to get hurt if he’s on duty!”“He’s very good. Very, very good. But he’s a lousy teacher.”“When will you find out?”“In two weeks when they publish the schedule. Before I forget, did you decide what do to about Samantha?”“Do you have an opinion?” I asked.“Are you absolutely sure this isn’t a game that Jeri is playing?” Jessica asked.“That thought has crossed my mind once or twice. In a sense, it is a game, at least in terms of her long-term. It's always different for me in missionary however, which is my favorite position. He started to hump me deeper and deeper, and I was enjoying every second of it. He kept pushing in deeper and deeper into my teenage cunt. After a while a grabbed his ass, and pulled him in deeper. I also love feeling a buys butt flexing as he's fucking me. I gave him a few playful spanks to make up for earlier. By now his bed was moving and squeaking so violently that it would be impossible for anyone to be home. “It’s Friday Mum,” I replied.It was all the explanation I supplied; it was all that was needed. During a drunken Mother-Daughter evening a year ago she herself had put the idea into my head, albeit unintentionally.In order to preserve the fiction among the outside world - especially our father - that both my brother and I were single and unattached, we made sure we went out separately with our single friends at least once every week. Friday was the usual night for this and had been for a long.