The song ended and he took my wifes hand and led her to his table directly across the dance floor from mine. They sat close together facing each other...whispering and kissing. My wife who never exhibited any romance in public was kissing and rubbing this strangers arm and chest. They got up to dance to another song and my wife couldnt get any closer to him. The song ended and they walked back over to his table and he turned to say something to my wife and then she just laughed and looked at me.. "Raise your ass up again."You stand up and I hear a bunch of clicks as you take shot after shot. Your photography is what drew me to you from the very beginning. Just the thought of having a picture of my tortured bottom on display in your portfolio makes my pussy wet."God, your body is exquisite - so curvaceous and soft. I can’t stop myself from objectifying you and finding more things that turn me on."I blush and drop down on the bed to give my sore back a break. You put the camera down and. Cheap print it may be but I do love it.The picture depicts a party of Parisian dilettantes picnicking in the woods. The central group consists of two men and a lady, to the upper left of which are tracks running deeper and deeper into the ever darkening undergrowth. Behind them is a stream or pool in which a second woman bathes wrapped in what I can only describe as an ill fitting sheet.I abhor this woman. I cannot understand what Manet was thinking when he ruined this perfect picture with her. I want to give it back. In talking with the girls, I haven't heard a lot about supportive men, except, perhaps Aimee's husband."It adds something very special to have Carol encouraging, way beyond my partner or partners being welcoming. I'm grateful to her -- and to you, Gerri -- for dealing with my being short on sleep."Maybe I have a male friend or two that might add to this extended family. Realistically, this sort of group is going to be more of a matriarchy.Cathy moved closer to me. Her.