‘We’re sorry to intrude, sir, but is your name Ames?’ the young woman asked. ‘Yes, it is. Why?’ I replied. I had no clue who these people we...e or what they could possibly want with me. I wasn’t being unfriendly, but not totally welcoming either. ‘Mr. John Charles Ames, you go by Jack or sometimes JC?’ she continued her questioning. ‘Yes. Now, since you seem to know who I am, would you tell me who I’m talking with?’ I hadn’t been called JC for ages. ‘I, we, think you’re our father. We’re Jessica. Danny might be a sniveling little weirdo but he sure had a lot of ability at screwing -- and a cock to match. I was hanging onto the pillow and coming like Niagara Falls. It beats a pill any time for giving a girl a relaxed night's sleep. Good for the conscience as well: however much of a bitch you might have been during the day, at least you know you've ended up making one guy very happy. "You ready to take it all now, slut bitch?" "Give it to me, Danny! All the way, all the way! Please!" I. .. but nothing more.There were people about, so I put the envelope safely away in my bag and made sure I finished work on time that day. On the train home, I wondered what could possibly be in these mystery pictures. “Probably nothing much,” I thought. “Probably just a couple of topless or nudie sunbathing shots”.The house I was sharing was empty when I got home. I made some tea, took it up to my room and lit a cigarette. I took the envelope from my bag, pulled the photos from it and began. By the time the song ended, Pete had his hands rubbing the bottom of her cheeks gently squeezing with his fingers.When the next song started, Jack got up and I figured he was going to cut in on Pete. Instead, he went up behind Kathi and lifted her dress up a little higher and slid his hands on to her waist under the dress. I watched as his hands slid up and down rising and lowering the bottom of her dress exposing her waist and pantyhose covered bottom. Pete had stopped turning to the music and.