OWWW!A few girls screamed and covered themselves. But most came over and stared at my boobs. The coach handed me my bra, wrapped me back up, and carri...d me back to the boys' locker room door. I wound up standing there, almost naked under the blanket, watching the two coaches arguing about what to do with me. And feeling utterly ridiculous.One of the guys from the locker room brought out my stuff, and I almost lost the blanket squatting down to pull out my paperwork. I screamed as loudly as I. I still wasn't hard (thank God), I was way too cold. She didn't say anything as I slid further into the sleeping bag, the whole time with my dick and balls rubbing all the way down her back. As my dick reached her butt I got quite a surprise. I had assumed she kept her panties on. I was wrong. My dick slid along her ass cheek and along the crack of her ass. She giggled some to try to lighten the mood I guess. "I'm sorry mom" I said softly as I was finally all the way in the bag. "Don't be. The old Jim would never have said any of this, but this new, older, frail Jim. This she believed and even pitied. ?I dare say that the press are still hounding you. Even if they were not, this latest news would set them on you like a pack of dogs. So I have made provision for that. I own a private retreat, which I have kept for just such occasions. I will bequeath this to you so that you can avoid some of the more troublesome members of the press. After the feeding frenzy has died down. Well guys I complete my last laps un-seen. The excitement of running almost naked and my nipple tweaking has my pussy soaking. This has added to my exposure as the transparent thong is now almost invisible. I am covered in a sexy shimmer of perspiration. My breasts are heaving provocatively from my exertion, as I stroll towards Dave; still holding and playing with my 38DD’s. Standing at the foot of the lounger I open my legs and lower my hands. Dave is now drinking in all of my beauty. I bend.