I sit. I am watching. I wait. She makes a lot of noise, including hoots and laughs, as she works her way through the first few, and then I almost hear her brakes screeching to a halt. "No way, bro. That one gives me a good look in the ni**les." She goes through a few more of them before furrowing her brow and bringing the phone in closer to her mouth. You claimed that you couldn't see anything when I was seated in that position, which is a lie. My vajayjay is visible while I'm wearing these.
Dammit! She is getting rid of all the good ones.
She hands the phone back to me, and I look through the menus to see what options are still available. It's not that bad of a deal. She was only able to delete a few. It comes as a surprise to me that I get to keep all the photographs in which her legs
