It turned out that that was exactly right. Mariko had me step out of my slippers and then she calmly unbuttoned my shirt and hung it in the locker. Th...e feel of her fingertips gently touching my shoulders and arms sent shock ways through my body. She then kneeled down and unbuckled my belt and removed my trousers. I felt a somewhat awkward since my dick was at this point not nearly as calm and cool as she was. I wasn’t quite fully erect to my 7” length yet but I was growing a nice chubby. After. The thought crossed my mind that if not for the events of the prior day, JJ would be inside, waiting to be implanted with the Org-X device, along with the group of other new inductees. She walked with ease by my side, her long white dress flowing in the evening breeze. Above her waist, the dress was nothing more than two shear strips of material, passing over her breasts, and tied around her neck. A thin gold string gathered the material and traced between her tits and around her back, keeping. "Nice" i smiled."What about you? you a regular in this park?" Yep!" Love the August rains.. the soothing smell of the wet earth, this atmosphere.. I just love it all!" Ah! nicey! Me too!" she smiled back."So what do you do for a living?" she asked."Im a photographer. You?"."Im post graduate student.." So what kind of photography you in?" i click people, nature, objects, abstract, nudes, and arbitrary stuff.. Mine is more about personality of the subject, candid photography, opposed to. Also on top, in a silver frame, was an eight by ten black and white photo of a much younger Betty, wearing a 1940’s high-style one piece bathing suit, and holding a trophy. She was wearing heels, and stood with one knee in front of the other, facing the camera. She was posing just like the Betty Grable pinup that I remember seeing on the wall in my dad’s workroom. She was wearing a smile, that had it been any broader, would have hurt her ears. In a word, she was a knockout. And so was the.