You may have noticed a new name at the top of the column. V-mag editor Gary Phillips is now at the reins of the blog, as Dave Rosenbaum has his hands full with being a TV star on SCOREtv. You've seen it haven't you? If not, don't deny yourself the pleasure. It's a talk show all about big boobs (what else?) and lucky Dave plays host, interviewing some of the best big-boobers in the business. There's tons of informative and entertaining special features, too. Check it out! As I pondered what to write about in my first installment of Talkin' Tits Blog, my mind took me back through my lifetime as a lover of big boobs. Summer will officially be here soon and that brings back memories of a more carefree time in my life. I grew up in a small town and when I was 12 years old, a new community swimming pool opened. I didn't live very far from the pool, so my parents bought a season pass for me and I made the most of it by going just about every single day. It was fun, a lot of my friends were there, it was cool on those hot summer days...and the place was packed full of big boobs! I was in tit heaven! Most of the lifeguards there were high school students or were home from college for the summer and at least half of them were chicks. Hot chicks, as I recall, with V-mag quality racks. Okay, maybe they weren't ALL model-quality babes, but these are my memories and I'll play them through my mind any way I want to. What I do remember is one lifeguard in particular, and I swear my memory is clear when I think about her and her bountiful bosom. Her name was Debbie or Diane or Denise. Hell, it doesn't matter now and it didn't matter even then. She had big tits and she was in a swimsuit and I spent many an hour staring at her that summer. That's what really mattered to me. Whatever lifeguard stand she was on, I would always strategically position myself for the best view of her jugs. That was always in the pool, because I didn't want everyone to see the tent pole she was pitching in my swim trunks. Damn, those were good times.
