" Ah well, if you did, I dare say you'd give it a bit more respect. It's by Jean-Honore Fragonard. Painted around 1780, I believe. He went in for info...mal studies, when most of his contemporaries were doing big set-pieces of dynasties, all lined up under oak trees with their dogs in baronial parks. Well, it seems he was approached by the husband of the woman on the swing, who asked him to do her portrait as a surprise present. Fragonard agreed and visited his client, where he instantly fell in. The whole thing started pretty innocently. My buddy’s wife had a k**, and afterwards he told me she’d been feeling a little self-conscious about her about her looks. I thought that was a little ridiculous, because she’s a good looking woman, and if anything she was now thin with curves and big boobs (she didn’t have those before). Anyways, when we’d hang out he’d often comment on her appearance in front of me, and then look my way and ask “Right?” Essentially trying to get a complimentary reply. However, god blessed me with a chance. One day Jasmine called me and invited to her birthday party which was in two days. I was excited by her invitation. I really wanted to take advantage of that opportunity.On the day of her birthday, I wore a white floral frock and attended the party. Jasmine was looking extremely sexy in a tight fitting buttoned dress that was showing off her boobs and ass very clearly. One could easily say that she was not wearing bra or pantie under that dress.She was. In the afternoon I told my sister to get ready as our the time I was thinking about me and my sister. When I came out I saw that Pallo’s room was opened and she was having a bath. I think she had left the room opened for me but I did not go in. Just then she came out with a towel around her. I think she saw me and she dropped her towel. She started to wipe her body. She was a sexy babe. Her huge boobs were round and firm. Her nipples were ready for a fuck. Then she laid down on the bed and.