The photographer wasn't very good and the exposure differed from the previous one, as did the background."Thankyou, those really are nice knees. Not e...eryone has such good knees. I was hoping there might be a hand showing, just lifting the skirt to show your knees."And a day or so later:"Oh, now you are going too far. You have my feet, my ankles and my knees. I imagine you are feverishly using some photo programme to put it all together." As if."What? After all this you deny me a picture of. After the first time, Hank also began to explore my body with his hands so that he could "show me how good it felt." The second visit started much like the first. As Mildred helped guide my lips onto Hanks throbbing cock, he wrapped one fat hand around my thin neck and held me there, while his other hand reached down the front of my shirt. His rough, wrinkled fingers played across my tiny nipples, making goose bumps stand out on my skin. Hank was getting increasingly greedy, and continued to. It was definitely not a kiss normally given to a daddy."Do you kiss your Daddy that way too?" I asked softly, hoping I wouldn't embarrass her. It didn't work; she turned red again."I did," she said in a tiny voice, and started crying again."Honey, is your daddy still around?" I wasn't sure how to ask this. She shook her head no. "Do you ever see him?" I asked. She shook her head again and started crying again."He's dead. I miss him so much!" She sobbed. I just held on to her and let her cry. I. Right now the only pictures I see are just us.”I closed my eyes, thinking about what Mike just said. I only saw pictures of the ten of us. I encouraged everyone else to try the same thing. After a minute, everyone was nodding their heads saying they were also sure our conversations were just between us. I wanted to do a test. I picked Jamie and told her to picture just her and I with a line between us. She nodded and I told everyone else to try to see if they could tell what we were talking.