Good golly gOOber,
the weekend went by with loads of work and all the
time I checked for your uploads. I missed none
this time. (Although, images are flushed out at an
incredible speed, with things of sometimes at best
dubious quality. But better than watching grass
grow in a graveyard. And as long as St. Stephen
protects us from Spam, its OK.) Thank you.
Mrs. Lupo is a revelation. She approaches my
concept of the perfect female. (Say, you don't
happen to have 190+ Janet Lupo images?) Whom did
she marry? The Count of Monte Cristo? She looks
like an exhibit in a gallery.
Nothing compares to her breasts. They look like
the definition of softness. They were always quite
low, wide and flat, but the dimpling, enhanced by
the delicious tan line, from her armpits down the
flanks of her breasts she displays now is simply
divine.
Her shy smile, earnest expression, perfect make
up, hair and the subtle elegance of her face shows
that even raving beauties can improve with age. It
is so refreshing to see just erotic portraits of a
woman, no grin, no pose. It's simple art, the art
simply being the woman being portrayed.
Yours, TT