Standard SD memory. I put it aside and fetched an empty card from a stack on the shelf behind me."Are you getting rid of my pictures?" she asked with ...that familiar angry expression."No, I'm saving them. I don't want to overwrite them. We'll back them up on the computer, too, and then we can more easily note the progress of your improvement over time. Plus I don't want to lose that last picture of you." I took it to the computer desk, grabbed a marker pen, and wrote "C-01" on it.She grinned. But all it does is allow the four walls to close in on her—or at least feel that way.Alone in the bathroom, she slips over to the sink and places her palms face down on the cool rim. Her heart is pounding. She stares in the mirror, seeing the excitement, the curiosity, the want in her eyes staring right back at her. Beth’s mind begins to drift. Oh the things Summer would be able to show her, things she has only seen in porn films. Maybe she even has a strap-on toy! How much fun that could be?. Then she began posing as only a professional model can pose and I clicked away at an assortment of erotic poses. She particularly liked to touch herself showing off all of those intimate places such as spreading her pussy lips and finally she said, "Jerry, get my vibrator in the other drawer." That's when she gave me a demonstration of female masturbation and I faithfully photographed it all. Jenny finally got tired of the photo session and said, "Masturbate for me, Jerry but don't cum. I want. As your mother I realise you,re having great sex with her, but be reasonable about it or your health may suffer.” she advised me. Of course I knew best so carried on with Carole. It was the fact Carole had to,return home to start her freshmen year at Northwestern University that ended our heated affair for a while, but once she was settled in college she invited me to visit her at home during the Christmas period. It seemed strange getting on a Greyhound bus two days after Christmas to Chicago.