.. keep my place here next to you. I’ll be right back.”Sherry slid over into Cami’s seat. “I heard the part about her grandmother leaving her ...a very expensive camera. Are we going to start taking photos?”“I like the idea. What do you think?”“I think I’d love to have my photo taken with Cami and me naked together.”“Yeah - and somehow a copy of it gets into the wrong hands?”“Well, it sounded like a good idea when I thought of it ... Look, here she comes, and look at the smile on our sister’s. The sculptor did not flatter me. This is my image at the age of nineteen. This has been my vessel for thirty-four years. I used to shatter hearts. I would date a man, only to dump him when I thought there was someone better. I didn’t care. I’d do it again and again, but none was ever good enough. They adored me and I gave them wreckage. But who was to salvage me?She was playing a joke; there were minuscule hairs on her back, her arms, and the lights reflected off them as effervescent little. Then pinch and pull the nipples once again. I pull away at last. Moving my head down slowly. Licking you as I move down. Closer and closer. My hand moving up and down the inside of your thighs. Each time coming closer to your womanhood. So close, I can feel the heat. The spreading wetness. But, still I do not touch you. My own pussy is aching. I long for you to touch it. But not yet. My mouth is at your mound. Smooth. Soft. I lick, moving closer. Ever closer. I feel you squirm. Trying to move. " Stopping in my tracks I did not see Mom. I saw the shirtless, muscled back of my father. Dressed only in his pajama bottoms he was in the kitchen cooking. He never cooks!He looked up at me and smiled saying, "Good morning sweetie. Your Mom went over to Aunt Gina's so I figured I would make brunch for my girls."Seeing him like this he looked like the father I have always known, except for the cooking part. He often walked around the house shirtless and I never thought anything of it before..