He lay there for a good 15 minutes, just thinking. Cindy was over at the house a lot. Sometimes she stayed overnight on a Friday night, if she didn't have a date. He remembered that once she and Mark double dated with Cathy and ... whoever she went out with. He had never actually met the guy. Other times Mark double dated with others of Cathy's friends. But who did Cathy go out with? Mark and Cathy were always home by ten and usually went right to bed, or watched a movie or something.
He rolled back over and began to examine the photo spread, now looking intently at the male in the shots. None of them showed his face. He was muscular and fairly young. No tattoos or scars or anything. His chest hair and pubic hair were both brown, but that wasn't odd.
Whoever this guy was, he had to die. He had put his big fat cock in Jim's sweet innocent daughter and had shot his sperm in her. Yes...he had to die. Somehow Jim just knew that it was this guy who was responsible for the whole sordid thing, pictures and all.
But how to find out who it was. Obviously, Cathy - Cindy too, for that matter - wasn't nearly as innocent as he had thought. He thought some more. When could they have taken these shots? Stuff like that couldn't be done in ten minutes. They had to have had hours to do makeup and pose and all that kind of stuff. And even if he confronted them with the pictures, would they admit to this guy's identity? Cathy knew him well enough to know how he would react. No way she'd tell, because she knew he'd kill the guy and end up in prison.
Jim looked at the pictures again. He couldn't help it. They were so hot! His baby girl was a stone fox and Cindy was too. No doubt about it, they were Playpen quality. He gazed at the sperm running from his daughter's pussy.
Suddenly he felt a chill run down his spine and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Cathy was only 17. While she wasn't technically a minor, surely she couldn't get birth control pills without parental approval, or at least knowledge. And he certainly hadn't approved. If someone had asked him what kind of birth control his daughter used he would have laughed in their face.
Until today, anyway.