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“Is that what my pussy looks like?”

“Yep. I’d know it anywhere. That’s yours.”

“Oh!!! Uncle Frankie…..You’re terrible!”

“Hey, I used to change your diapers.”

I have my laptop open on the kitchen counter. A few minutes earlier 18 year old Janet was lying on her back on a lounge chair next to the pool, with her legs splayed apart, and I’m bent over holding the camera about 8 inches away from her glistening pussy. Just before that I took photographs of her standing in front of her mother’s roses. Janet is naked for these, too. I am concentrating on setting up the camera to deal with the reality that her pussy is in the shade, and the whole point here is for her pussy to show in the photographs.

I just downloaded ten photographs from my camera, and they form two lines across the screen, in a folder called “photos, Janet”. These are test shots. The top line is five identical photos of Janet standing in full sunlight, smiling, facing the camera, legs slightly parted, arms hanging loosely at her sides, what folks call full frontal nudity. Her body fills the frame. And on the other line, five identical close up photos of her pussy nestled between the soft skin of her thighs with her legs spread apart. Identical, but each slightly different. Her pussy fills each frame.

I shot five photographs for each group, using two different lens for each group, a fill flash, and different exposure settings for each photo. I have my reasons. I’m trying to maintain my professional indifference in one beautiful 18 year old female friend of the family. The one with the indescribably luscious breasts, tight body, fantastic pussy. You know, the naked one right next to me.

I calibrated the computer screen yesterday to assure that all the colors in these photographs were spot on. And today I checked the “brightness” level of the screen and blew off any dust that might have settled on it this morning. Of course I had checked the camera and the three lens I would use. Everything clean, dust free, functioning properly. Not one spec of dust on a lens or inside the camera was going to mar any of the photographs I will take today.

My job first is to evaluate the test shots for focus and depth of field, color, and most importantly, light exposure levels, because of the effect of shadow on the quality of the photos. So of course, Janet just wants me to drop everything so she can see a photo of her own pussy.

I’m looking at the photos with a critical eye, and Janet is pressing in from my right side to look at her own photos. Did I mention that she is naked? Janet is not shy. Under these circumstances, some women would put on a bathrobe or wrap a towel around themselves when I was not actively taking her pictures. Janet forgoes this. I guess she figures I have already seen it all before. And, of course, I have. She does like to show off.

Janet is a natural blonde with blue eyes, who favors ponytails and small dangling flashy ear rings. Her mother has taught her proper use of cosmetics, using just enough to highlight her eyes without trying to paint someone else’s face over hers. She has to good sense to forgo all but a couple of tiny tattoos, on her wrist and ankle. When naked, she could cause automobile crashes and heart attacks without any effort. Janet is that hot. She has the full body tan, the wax thing they do with their pubic hair, clear nail polish with only slight overgrowth of her fingernails. She is a natural beauty.

Janet presses in as close as possible to get the best view of her own pictures on my computer screen, so she brushes against me. The bare skin of my right arm, particularly the back of my arm, is the recipient of one breast rub. Specifically, Janet’s left nipple, standing at attention of course, is tracing about on my skin, and a soft breast is compressed against my arm. I know this feels good for me, and most likely this is giving her a shot, too.

With her in direct contact with me, on a warm day, her natural scents intoxicate. Her breasts are large and well formed and they are within

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