Something I was certainly anxious to see for several reasons. Like a lot of men perhaps, the thought of seeing two women together had always been high...on my "jerk-off" list. And with the potential of one day actually seeing my wife do so, I was of course very supportive and all for it.There was however one aspect of problematic concern for me when we'd agreed to meet Jack and Jill in the beginning. And that had been the small note in their profile under sexual preferences, that listed them as. Sam is here. He is my son. If these two women are his guests then they are my guests.“Second, you have come here, yelled, and cursed at everyone here except me. And I expect that you will after I finish having my say.“I don’t know what you would expect. You have yelled and cursed at your wife and daughter calling them names that I have never heard. I see absolutely nothing that to warrant the behavior you have just shown.“Third and this is the last thing I am going to say to you. Get in your. I ate too much, as I always do at 'home.' We were just done when there was a knock at the door. I kicked over my chair when I saw who it was. Jacky was older — so was I — but I would have recognised him anywhere. I gave him a big hug and introduced him to Weena. "Heya, missus," he said."Weena. And I'll call you Jacky. You've known Gordy about twenty years longer than I have." Too right, Weena. Gordy, can you come with me? I got a problem." Let's go. I hope I can help. Where are you camped?". .. well, I don't know what I'd have done.Thirty-five wasn't too old to be a single dad, was it?I had the house, quite a lot of savings as I hadn't had much in the way of expenses and I had Kate. I quit work and signed on. Everywhere I went, Kate went with me.I bathed her and tucked her into bed at night. I took her to the park and watched, heart in mouth as she clambered about the climbing-frame, wiped up the mess when she had an ice-cream, cleaned up grazes and kissed bruises better.There was.