Over the weekend, I sent more photos morning and night to Daddy, and wetexted a bit. He was letting me come back to myself a little, and also towant h...m, and think about everything....I walked a lot, seeing all thedifferent types of people, and wondering about them, about their secretsand their desires, but most of all about him. I was falling in love, andin a different way....but I'm a guy? Maybe not..shit.....I'm a..? What amI now....does it even matter?I don't care, I'm going there with him,. "Now your jeans, Donna," I said. I found I enjoyed using her name. It was an extra level of command that I liked. She sucked in her stomach to unbutton her jeans, and I snapped four photos as she pulled her jeans down, bending over forward at the waist. Donna leaned on the dresser again as she pulled her legs out of the jeans, presenting a picture worthy of Playboy. I took advantage of her leaning to step behind her. Her panties were as white as her bra, and I enjoyed snapping a picture of her. They were all chatting together and laughing, when the blokes hand moved up higher under her dress making her jump slightly but that was the only reaction she gave. Then somehow she was ushered into the middle of the group and i could see her workmate laughing, so i thought i would get closer to see what was happening. She was being snogged by one of the blokes who clearly had his hand up her dress and was caressing her arse as the other blokes watched. He then lifted the back of her dress so. I don’t want to put my wet clothes back on. Heaven knows how I will explain my soggy pile of rags to mom.”Kate’s mother over heard Jessie’s request from the lounge room and called out, “Let me put your things through the spin dryer and the air dryer. It should only take about half an hour or so if you can wait.”Jessie Harper paused for a few moments then replied, “Thankyou all the same Mrs Terrence but I do need to get going. I should be OK. I’m sure I’ll think of something to tell mom.”Paul.