He has conveniently berthed down in front of a group of teenege girls, all lying in a convenient row, just like a conveyour belt of young pussies and ...aby titties, the next generation of prime fuckable comodities, for the aging men of this generation.He obviously has a cam of sorts in a bag, with a hole cut out for the lens, and has it trained on the group as he fumbles in it adjusting the zoom no doubt.He is naked too, but unfortunately he is on his stomoch, probably drilling a hole in the. The quality wasn’t brilliant but you had freedom over the subject matter. “Take a look at these, John”. One of the two Polaroid pictures showed Jayne naked and displaying all her wares – leaving nothing to the imagination; the second was of her lips around a large cock – Mark’s I presume. “What do you think?” “Very very naughty, even though the photos are naff” “That’s the problem, John. Jayne and I have talked about this and we know you’re good with your camera, so we were wondering. Or angry…’ I didn’t know how to answer that statement, which seemed a bit out of place somehow. His declaration made my heart take a few extra dance steps, but the feelings that lingered were a complicated mix of disbelief and astonishment. ‘I’m not angry… but perhaps… surprised?’ I finally answered, looking down at my hands. ‘Ok, so a little awkward then…’ he answered and I could hear the smile he was wearing by the way his voice sounded. I nodded, still staring at my hands. I didn’t feel the. I resisted the urge to cum and kept playing with her pussy.She suddenly stopped and said she had a surprise for me. She went to the bathroom, locked herself in for about 5min.The door opened and she asked me to close my eyes as she walked towards me. She took me to the full-size mirror in the room and stood in front of me, both of us facing the mirror.When I opened my eyes, I had the most breathtaking view I had seen of a woman.There she was, in maroon lacy lingerie. Just how I’d told her I.