Oh, My God!

Last night we went to a function; or maybe it was a celebration. In ever which case, it was catered with good food.

The big room had many big round tables. I think about 8 could sit per table.

We sat with one couple we knew and before it was all over with other couples sat down.

The lady of the other original couple had a low-cut on that accentuate her bountiful cleavage. She was a contrast of herself. She had a cute youthful face but her hair was gray and her husband was an older man. All but the boobs they looked like a grandparent couple.

She wore a small top jacket in. She removed the little jacket. And I suppose after a few stares she felt self conscious and put it back on and buttoned the top buttoned. Then the front was mostly closed but there was just enough flap to allow the to boobs peek out to give one a flirty hint what was underneath.

Maybe it was all Victoria’s Secret hardware.

The last couple to sit down was a young couple. I doubt he they were 30 yet. The guy had a camera bag. He pulled out of the bag a big and nice digital camera. He said he was taking the official pictures.

On his flash he attached a white plastic cover. I think that the white cover would sort of muffled the flash, making a soft light instead of a harsh light.

He said he would start with our table taking pictures. He told the lady with the little top jacket on and her husband he wanted to take their picture.

I think the lady thought it would be more elegant if she removed her little jacket.

When she removed it the photographer first instant verbal expression without thinking was “Oh My God!”

Almost as quick as his expression was, his wife, under the table, gave him a good swift hit in his groin.

Cough!

Then he took our picture.