Among the 500-700 some odd pictures, I came across five pictures that left me mesmerized as I tried to remember the scene in the photo, but I honestly...could not remember that exact shot, but that seemed okay, because there were so many photos that did not jar my memory to that exact place and day. The five pictures I am speaking of were as follows:The first was a black and white shot in the back yard of our house, and you can see my older sister waving in the foreground, she looks about 9. Looking at her, Sean let go of his foot. He tried to relax and gather his thoughts. Perhaps he had gone a bit too far with that last comment. It obviously had touched a deep, painful nerve in the girl, he thought sadly. Sean considered his sore foot, knowing the pain would ease. He knew too that cruel words could be much more painful than a stomp on the foot."Sorry. . ." he said. "I don’t know, I don’t know you well, Tracy." First, she stopped her stomping, and then her shoulders relaxed.. Then without warning, as he touched just below my nipple, squeezed the trigger and a small electrical spark sent a new sensation through my already sensitive boob! I let out a yelp and received several more zaps at various areas on my tits. He moved the wand slowly to various areas of my body, zapping me without warning somewhere different each time. When he reached my dripping cunt he carefully touched and zapped me all around it. I was shaking and quivering with both fear and desire! He. We watched for a while longer as we ordered more drinks. The girls went to the ladies room together, so it gave Mark and me a moment alone. ‘Shit man, she’s gorgeous!’ Mark exclaimed. ‘Looks good doesn’t she?’ ‘Now I see why you like farm girls. They can’t all be this pretty.’ ‘No, I reckon they’re not.’ ‘You’re even sounding like a farmer,’ Mark joked. ‘Funny.’ ‘Does she have a sister or two?’ ‘One sister and a brother, but they both live in California, you letch.’ ‘Oh, man! No wonder you’re.