I was lying on the floor wet from the pool water, the boss taking pictures with a camera on a tripod in the back, while Doris folded her shirt and skirt on a deckchair next to me, staying in lacquers, feet, socks, panties with bikini-style hip straps, a see-through bra with a sleeve around her neck. Nipples had really attractive, firm young breasts, stiff and quite large, not like my c cup, round, she had wider to the sides. She unbuttoned her hair from her braid. And she stood under my feet. "Can I call her Morgano, by her first name, Miss Brooklyn?" She set up the camera with a night lamp and filters to take dozens of photos per second. "Yes, I let Doris." Doris scolded me from above with a blush from alcohol, "Take off my Morgano shoes and socks." Both of them dominated me now, I was silent in total euphoria. It was a little difficult not to touch such a feint and feel it squeezed for amen, but it had to be done for love. I took off her shoes, then her socks, I handed her because she reached for them, she laid them nicely on the deckchair. "One asks for photos captured of my girlfriend licking her beauty. So Doris, you're bullying Morgan. " She started to look for the switch to tilt when I started licking her feet and fingers on them, sticking my butt to the camera, my hands grabbing her knees.