"Jenny waited outside, chatting with the friendly clerk, while Katescorted me to a booth."Drop your jeans," she immediately told me."I thought I was-"...I just needed to get you somewhere private so we can do something aboutthat flow you're experiencing."She held out a pantie-liner. Over the years I'd thought about what itmust be like to have a period, but I'd never experimented with the idea.Now, it was being forced upon me.I opened the soft, pink wrapper and quickly figured what to do. It. I came up behind him, and just started rubbing his back and ass, with my hand, getting myself more and more excited as I went on. Finally, I got down on my knees between his outspread legs, and began to play with his ass -- so nice and clean, now -- I thought he was clean enough, I might try to lick his ass... it looked so inviting to me. I had never heard of anyone doing that before, but it looked like a sexy thing to do... and so I did... I could hear low groans from Ronnie, and he was. 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 -- before Patti Wyman, had been my Mother. I was maybe four years old at the time.Patti looked at her softball and gave me The Smile again.Providence was kind to me, and there was only one more autograph-seeker in line behind her. I signed the. My bosoms were so large I had to lift them up fromunderneath and set them atop my lap. My nipples stuck out from them infront of me - big as cow nipples and poking out several inches from mybosoms. They were thick, round things the size of hot dogs and the skinon them was all wrinkly and crinkly. My aureoles were the size ofmelons. They were swollen and puffy and also had the wrinkly and crinklyskin.The "thing" coming down from the A.A.I. was like a starfish, if it waslike anything I knew -.