Back in the early 80s, Wife and I toured Europe. Staying in Paris for a couple of weeks, she met a artist painting in a park whom talked her into painting her nude. She went to his studio for five days as he painted her nude. Wide open legs and much detail to her womanhood. It now hangs above our dresser in our bedroom. She said he would get real close and stare at her pussy for several minutes at a time before heading back to his canvas. Even though she could feel his breath on it, he never once touched her.
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