We went out to the back where she set things up, taking her time to get it perfectly to her liking. After a few minutes, she directed me where to stand. She pushed a button on her phone then rushed beside me, posing in the same side-hug arrangement as before. "Say 'gotcha!'" she said, cupping my balls in her right hand and squeezing just as the picture was taken. The look of surprise on my face was captured perfectly, my mouth in a perfect 'o' and my eyebrows practically jumping off my head.
"Perfect!" Gina was pleased with the picture, and starting tapping her phone a few more times. "I can't wait to frame this one!"
"Frame?? You mean, like, frame it in your mind's eye?" I quizzed with exaggerated hope.
Gina giggled. "You're so silly." She grabbed my dick with her left hand like a leash, leading me back into the house. On the way, she grabbed and collapsed the tripod in one smooth motion with her right arm, barely slowing her pace.
Returning to the living room, she released my dick and walked to the printer. My momentum carried me along with her, where I saw a freshly printed 8x10 portrait: Gina was dressed conservatively in a light blue sweater and loose ankle length skirt — neither of which did anything to reveal her figure — and I was stark naked with Gina's hand cupping my balls, my dick standing tall and proud, while I showed a pretty good facsimile of my 'o' face. You could see everything, from my feet to my head.
Gina picked up the print, and carried it to the living room fireplace. Hanging above the fireplace were dozens of framed photos, most of them smaller 4x6s or 5x7s. Most were goofy photos of the Three Amigas, but they were interspersed with a few of what looked like family photos for each of the three girls. In the middle there was a single framed 8x10 of the three girls posing all together, Charlie's Angels style. Gina took down that frame, and placed the new print inside, replacing it on the wall.
Taking a step back, she admired the new centerpiece of their photo wall. "Perfect. I love it!"
"Uh, that's uh ... " My mouth was dry and I swallowed what felt like a teaspoon of sand. "Isn't that a bit ... big?"
"Yes, you are!" Gina teased my accidental double entendres. "I needed a souvenir to remember your naked week. And this will make quite a conversation piece, don't you think?"
"No, I mean yes, of course it will. But are you sure that picture's ... appropriate?"
Gina's eyes took on an icy fierceness. "This is my home. Are you trying to tell me what is and isn't appropriate to display in my own home?"
"No, no, of course not." I backpedaled like a circus bear. "It's just —"
"Good, I'm glad that's settled!" Gina's happy bubbly voice returned. "Now go get us a couple cups of tea so we can relax before the girls get home." Gina smacked my bottom, simultaneously signaling the end of the discussion quite audibly and ushering me into the kitchen to make the tea.
I found a stainless steel serving platter in the kitchen, which I used to carry out the tea accoutrements. Gina and I sat on the couch in comfortable silence sipping our teas waiting for Brooklyn and Angela (and my clothes) to return home. Gina played on her phone, while I absentmindedly tried reading a coffee table magazine. I wasn't able to concentrate on the magazine though because I kept seeing the 8x10 of Gina and me in the corner of my eye. Every time I glanced at it, all I could see was my hard on staring back at me.
