Hell, I would certainly enjoy them too.I assumed that my wife would be the one taking her pictures but it seems that she had told Danielle about the p...ctures that I had taken of her on several occasions. So lucky me, I became the photographer.Fortunately, it was a Friday and I didn’t have to get up early in the morning.I got my digital camera, inserted fresh batteries, and went back to sit with the ladies. I raised my camera and took a picture of them sitting Indian style on the couch with. More slaps to her thighs. Small, quick, stinging slaps… warm-up slaps. Now to her breasts, the same quick slaps. Some to the flesh, and some to the nipple. And then, it stopped. So quick? Surely there was more. More rustling to her side, she wished she could see what he was doing! She felt him grab her breast and then that wonderful feeling as clothespins were clamped first to her nipple and then to the surrounding flesh. Now she really wished she could see. She loved seeing the look on his. “Oh shit.” He said but still had his cock in his hand. It was very hard. He quickly zippped up and left.That night I wore the tiniest thong I could find and lay on top of the covers on my tummy. I had a nice ass and I wanted daddy to see it."Daddy, a boy at school said I have a fat butt." I pouted."No sweetie," he said, "its perfect."“Really?” I pouted more.“Yes,” he said as he ran his hands over my ass, his eyes entranced. I arched my back to let daddy know I liked it.“You promise its not. "My little brown butt is the one part of me I know is awesome and so you'll excuse me when I say I was actually a little bit eager to show off for the man. I unzipped my skirt, letting gravity pull it down to the floor around my ankles. I was only wearing a little pair of white cotton panties, decorated with little red hearts, of all things. Mr. Keller urged at me to turn around for him, to bend over and I did all of that. I spread my legs a little, pulling my panties up between the flawless.