I opened the letter and found it contained a photo, I looked at it inpure fear, it was a picture of me getting dressed in my other clothes, Iwas putti...ng my stockings on.I quickly put it in the inside pocket of my coat. I stopped what I wasdoing for the moment, I think I just froze, my mind was racing, how onearth could anyone take a photo of me, I am always alone, and thecurtains are always drawn, and I make sure the door is locked.I said quietly, "Its someone having a joke, they properly. Helen, got to go, dad said. I just wanted to make sure you did not make Stevie a queer, and with his performance here today, I am certain he is going to fuck a lot of women in his day. With that, he left the house. We never saw him again.Mom was crying and praying, asking for forgiveness. We held each other, cried, then took showers.A few of mom's friends were told that dad had returned and raped, but nothing was mentioned about my fucking her. A week later I heard mom tell one of the girls. We began to put our inhibitions aside as the conversation turned to sex. Out of the blue, Carol said, "I love sex and I love looking at hairy cocks. Sometimes when I am alone, I have magazines I look at. These magazines show guys hairy cocks and I have to apologize to you because last night when you were here I stared at your cock in your pants. Jeff blushed somewhat and said, "I hope you liked what you saw." "Oh yes," was her response. I interrupted the conversation and told Jeff we hadn't had. She then looked at David and asked “Are you ok with this?”….to which he said “yes….just scared we’ll be caught”. DJ’s response was “That’s all part of the fun!”….and with another look around, she leaned back a little bit more and squirted a little spurt of pee about a foot in front of herself, splashing on the floor right in front of me and David. I again told her that this was enough, and we have to stop right now. If you’re familiar with the phrase “Red rag to a bull”….then you’ll know what.