Taking Care Of Things

When I was a kid I was the nice responsible kid. The kid who's friends would ask to cover their paper routes when they were away. My friends parents would give me the keys to their house when they were on vacation to bring in their mail, take care of their pets, etc. Even though I was nice and responsible I like to snoop around and look through their mom's dresser and look at their panties. I would sniff them, ball them up and shove them in my mouth while I jerked off. Sometimes I tried them on to see my bulge in their sexy panties. I would find a lot of stuff in their panty draws. I found pot stashes, vibrators, porn tapes, and the best was a stack of polaroids of my friends mom naked, sucking cock, getting fucked. They were all with my friends dad but then I realized someone was taking the pictures. Who was it? I started to do a little investigation. I looked through all the pictures to see if maybe there was a mirror with a reflection in any of them, but there wasn't. I searched the house for a polaroid camera but there wasn't any in the house. I looked through photo albums and there were no polaroids in any of them. I then asked other friends if they had a polaroid. No one. The whole summer I followed up every lead I had. Nothing. Labor Day weekend came and my friends family were having a bbq. The whole neighborhood was invited. I looked up at their bedroom window knowing the incriminating photos were right up there. It was getting late and the parents were all buzzed or drunk. I heard laughing and silliness going on at the other side of the yard. I looked over and saw flashes. Someone was taking pictures. They were all laughing. One of the mom's flashed a boob during the pic. One husband kissed another's wife in a picture. Holy Crap! They were using a polaroid! I then look to see who the camera man was... It was my DAD! I didn't even know we had a polaroid! I think my DAD was the mystery photographer!