He got in and buckled up and turned toward me and squeezed his crotch again. I smiled and asked whaere he was going. He said 3 exits up. I said ok. he...grinned and said.. Nice cock mister. I smiled and said thanks. he was tenting and said wanna see mine. It looked rather big, so I sad sure wouldn't mind. He leaned forward a bit and then slid his shorts down exposing a completely naked crotch and a huge erection. He had to be over 7 inches and bigger around then a redbull can. I was aghast at how. For me thatexperimentation occurred whenever my parents and brother were notaround.Yes, I raided my mothers lingerie drawer. I had to know what all thatsilky and wonderful clothing felt like. I had to know what it was liketo wear stockings and high heels and dresses. What started as acuriosity became a compulsion, a compulsion wherein each tentative stepled to the next. Lingerie led to dresses led to high heels led to wigsled to makeup, if you are reading this you know about the evolution of. “Stop! God, you’re such a horndog - look at Little Jakey, all hard and ready to go again!” She looked at me. “Has he always been this horny?”I laughed at her name for his dick, then shrugged. “Pretty much, I guess, ever since he was old enough to know what that thing was. His brain is in his crotch – but you know that already, of course.”She laughed again. “I think you may be right. Come on, guys, let’s just sit and talk for a few minutes while we dry off, then we can get dressed.”He looked. I like my little one. So far ... every hobby I’ve had has turned into a job.”“What kind off hobbies?”I began to explain ... black powder rifles and teaching, tipis and blanket trading, aircraft lessons and restoring old aircraft, old cars and restoring them, guitar playing and the band. “I intended collecting rocks ... I’m selling decorative boulders ... and restoring army tanks. I used the tanks and tank retriever to move the rocks. I moved the rocks and I’m into the gold. The gold dredging.