The other day, my wife was asked by a female friend from her junior college days, and I had no choice but to go to help with something like a campaign girl for a shooting event. Her husband, I, also went to see the event venue lightly. Then, there, surrounded by so-called "camera boys" who give off a sour smell, outnumbered, my wife blushes and wryly smiles while taking close-up shots of her crotch from a low angle. There is a figure of ....
