Meeting Joe Rosenthal and having a casual lunch with him and not knowing who the hell he was and him treating me like just another guy: That took some...time to wrap my head around.Anyway, there was a lot of that sort of stuff coming my way. 'Pinching myself' stuff, you know? 'I had to pinch myself to make sure that it was really happening' kinds of things: I was meeting people whose photographs I'd looked at with longing while I was studying photography in college. Ansel Adams, Joe Rosenthal,. They were both good dogs and played well together, too bad he was fixed. Rose would be back around 6 and would get him then, I invited her to stay for dinner that evening when she came back. We talked on the patio until dark, and then Hershey, Bebe and I walked her home. Before I said good night I suggested that since the dogs got along so well, I could put a gate on her side of the pen and she could let him in whenever she wanted. She wanted to think it over. Let me tell you a little about. ..hot now.”“Look at my titties,” groaned Margaret, displaying her large, firm titties gracing her now hot, curvy body. “I can't lose them.”The sexy, naked women swarmed me. Their hands pulled off my lab coat. I groaned as they practically ripped my clothing off. Their hands rubbed my bodies and fondled my cock. They surrounded me, all pressing their big tits against me as they rubbed my body.My dick was in heaven.Three different married women grasped my dick, stroking me. My cock throbbed in. After a couple of seconds which seemed like minutes she lunged in and kissed me, her lips were so tender her warm breath made me feel aroused like never before, I took my hand and placed it around her neck pulling her towards me, the kissing became passionate.Her leg now sliding between mine I pulled her close, I felt her skin touch me, she had no top on, her breasts firm and pressing hard up against me, my erection unhide-able. I rolled onto my back lifting her on top of me, reaching down.