When I returned to the campsite the ladies had built a fire and were cooking some bacon and beans. Unfortunately they had also dressed. Quite provocat...vely, I thought. I hadn't had a conversation with the short one yet so I approached her as she bent over the pan of beans which gave me a very interesting view down her bodice. She was certainly not a willowy waif. She glanced up at me and shouted “What the hell are you looking at, my face is up here.” “Well, I'll be damned. You dress like that. "What'd she want?" I asked, trying to mask the anxiety in my voice."You, I assume," came the terse reply.I stood at the sink, holding a towel between my hands, and closed my eyes, trying to breath calmly."What'd she say?" Just wanted to know if you were home. I told her you went to the store, and she asked which one, and I said how the hell should I know."I smiled nervously and slowly shook my head, turning to her. Rachel was leaning against the table, holding the glass in her hand and picking. She firmly patted his padded bum, as if assessingthe contents, then she pulled aside one tight leg elastic between hissplayed thighs, probing his nappy crotch with one finger. "Hmph," shegrunted. "He's damp - but not too wet." His dummy-muffled moan ofembarrassment was almost too quiet to hear. Her hands wandered freelyover the lavish frills as she inspected his dress and petticoats, and sheasked Jane, "Where did you buy your sissy baby such cute baby clothes?Especially those extra-large. When I saw her she closed her eyes. She asked – Are you not feeling sleepy? I said – No, as such I sleep late. By one or two in the night. Its only 11 now. She said – OK. I am also not sleepy. Cause I had a nap in the afternoon. I said – In that way if you want we can talk but without disturbing others. She said OK.Our conversation starts and it included family details, studies, hobby, interests, friends, movies bla bla bla. After about half an hour of this conversation she asked – Do you have.