When I arrived, Amy was in her bathrobe, and she told me to follow her upstairs to her bedroom. When we arrived she said, "You have such amazing hands... and they relax my body so well, I wanted to see what it would be like to get a full body massage from you."With that, she dropped her robe, revealing her naked body. Now Amy and I had been friends for decades, but I had never seen her without clothes. We are both in our late forties, so neither of us was exactly a spring chicken. Nonetheless,. When we arrived home I went inside and begged her to allow me to show her all the things that I had learned. She diligently watched as I quickly repeated all of the positions while I held on to a chair in lieu of a barre. As I stretched down into a plie' mom cried out "that's wonderful, Erin. I am so proud of my talented young dancer! You've learned so much in just one class! Would you like me to have a little dance studio built out in the sunroom for you to practice each day? We could. She pointed vaguely to thecontrols and I figured them out quickly. She went over to the barseparating the living room from the kitchen and put a foot up on one of thebarstools. Leaning forward, with one leg crooked and the other extended behindher, she lay her head on her flexed knee, her breasts just brushing herthigh and her long black hair cascading down toward the floor. Her red lipswere pouty and I stood up and focused and then snapped the shutter. Sheinstantly moved to another. It was a time of discovery for both of them. They snapped pictures as they walked, the forest greens, the sky blues, and wispy clouds that had floated in for the time being. The day was gorgeous, warm for the mountain summer, and they both shed the light jackets they were wearing. The walk to the lower falls was gentle, easy, and the pictures they each got there were good. Each pleased with the results, they set off for the upper falls, and the walk became a bit more taxing, so they took.