She says: ‘When we look at a painting or sculpture, we often ask the following questions: who made it?; what is the subject?; when was it completed?...’ I don’t think I ask those until later.“She seems to believe that art history is how artworks make us feel. But, I think my first question is ‘Do I like this?’ Both Plato and Aristotle say that the basis of art is imitation. Plato seems to say that the artist is trying to imitate the ideal. To Aristotle, art is the realization in external form of a. Both of our husbands work a lot, and small-town life can be boring, you know... once you guys were old enough to go to school, we started having a little girl time during the day now and then.”Kelly blinked, trying to process what she was being told. She realized now that somewhere in the back of her mind, she’d known there was something unusual —a special kind of intimacy — about the friendship between Betty and Samantha. But Kelly had never known what to make of it.“A few years ago we met. I soon got the idea and starting rocking back and forth and he started jerking forward ever so slightly. My innards squelched and churned and after a few more strokes I needed a rest. I moved forwards but he staying in me. I moved a bit more till he flopped out. I moved round slightly and felt anal and pussy juices leaking out of me. His cock stood long, thick purple and very, very angry. He just smiled at me.“Where ya going?”“Nowhere - just a bit…. Intense?” I complained but he smiled politely. These were all married guys that apparently have this kind of poker game once a month.Funny thing too was that I noticed they all wore tshirts and nothing but socks on bottom. They all sat around the table fully exposed under the table and would scoot their chairs out each time I came to them to service their cock.So after I settled my stomach down, they then said I was to go around and sit on each guy's cock and fuck him facing the table so the others could watch. So I went to first guy to.