The kids kept coming -- along with some guys in their fifties and sixties. I patiently signed everything put in front of me, including a couple of Mad... in China baseballs.Finally, Patti joined the line of autograph seekers and waited her turn. She whipped out a brand-new softball, of all things, and asked me to sign it for her. I did -- writing my name across the big ball in large, grandiose script.I signed it "Bobby Crandall." The "Bobby" was a first for me. The last person to call me Bobby --. James decided he was having too much fun to tellhim that the top of a second grader was not meant to be filled out.Joe spent the rest of the day happily bouncing up and down the stairs,relishing the jiggle of his chest. James, contrastingly, spent his timesulking around in a sports bra to minimize his new assets.When it was time again for bed, Joe once again eagerly began to change,but then paused as a thought struck him."Hey, James, how come your boobs are bigger than mine? That's not. She's all yours. Let's see what you can do for her. Miss Winters, I want you to look back over your shoulder while your lover enters you."While John Berman knelt on the wresting mat behind her, Sandy turned and looked back at him as directed. Berman was at a bit of a loss at first but soon Sandy watched in horror as the young man took his growing penis in his right hand. Placing his left hand on her hip, he guided the head of his cock to her vaginal entrance. Sandy's eyes widened slightly and. So we arranged a suitable and safe, but discreet (So I thought) venue, near the dogging location, where I could essentially swap cars.As I pulled in, I recognised the car I was to be swapping over to, the driver, who have met on a few occasions, but not the co driver (His friend) but he was of large build and mature, which they know I have a thing for, so that was a good start, My Masters know what I like!The thrill (?) / vulnerability of getting out of the comfort / security of your own car /.