Now I see the look of astonishment as the camera vanishes from his hands. His expression doesn't last long as a branch falls from the tree above him, ...knocking him out.Opening my eyes, I'm back in the room, holding the camera. It's a hefty bugger of a digital thing, and the lens on the front looks more like a telescope than a camera. I fiddle about with the thing and get it to show the pics that it had just taken. I was hardly surprised that there were a few dozen pictures of me masturbating on. 

True to her word the next morning I woke up to another knock on my door, but this time Becca carried in a tray of homemade breakfast. I hadn’t had a good American breakfast in years and the fight of her serving me food in a night gown was almost too much. She kissed me on the cheek and trotted out, ass wagging as she left. 
After her jog she made us lunch, dinner and then when I groaned at the table she looked up. “What’s wrong Daddy? Don’t you like dinner?"
“Oh yeah Baby, it’s great. I was. I removed my top and not to be out done the other wife removed her's. It wasnt long before I had paint on my tits from brushing against a freshly painted area of the fence. The other wife laughed when she saw my new look. She dipped her brush into the paint can and proceeded to paint my tits to look like I was wearing a top. I pulled the string on her bikini bottom allowing it to drop to the ground. Then I took my brush and painted her pussy and butt to look like she was wearing a bikini bottom. For some reason, although I had pretty much ignored most of the other expectations about myself, I had kept the keeping myself lodged in the back of my head. Let me back up a bit. I had started getting involved in the dating scene about the time I got my license. It allowed me to get out of the house, go where I wanted, and see whomever I wanted. My parents didnt exactly approve of me seeing boys, but what they didnt know wouldnt hurt them. I started going to parties, and then guys started.