It looked as if the frame was going to crumble into a million pieces any second. He never took his eyes off of us the whole time he was waiting for an... answer, and we were too scared to give him one. I’ve never, I mean never, seen dad this angry, there was no way in hell we’d be able to talk our way out of this one, at least an still be in one piece.“I’M WAITING! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!”He looked like he got even angrier as he held the picture up so we could see it. Within seconds of him yelling. ”One way to enjoy yourself I guess. Let,s have a look?” I suggested and he spread the first magazine out on the large rough finished table between us. It was the usual Color Climax magazines that wren,t cheap back then with pages of nude models engaged in many forms of sex with narrations in German, Swedish and English of sexy performances such as “Janie felt fabulous as Billie fucked her so quickly his balls made a noise like a sharp crack,of a whip over and over again till he filled her cunt. Shading their eyes and leaning forward did little to alter the glare as their feminine structures received a leisurely scrutiny from above. Uncomfortable silence ruled the moment as both parties struggle to embrace the voyeur’ s opportunity. The fidgeting with hems and the tugging at dipping necklines by of the gals demonstrated their awareness of their ineffectual circumstance. The mired seconds reluctantly conceded to potential opportunity as time enjoyed a holiday. Self-consciously the women. " And the hoots when they bared her teats," Mother added, "You see she was healed up almost lily white where the dirt flaked off. and then he cut her again, left her bleeding again." I know, I saw, I was there," I said, "At the end." Oh, on your way home?" Father asked."My friend Mr Barrington had business in Rotherham," I explained."Well you are a very lucky boy," Mother opined," Why had you the money to match your infatuation you may have wed a thief." He wanted her dowry Mabel," Father.