It will feel delicious. I promise.”“This is different,” insisted Ronnie.“Why? Because you can see him, too? He’s not going to be naked.”�...You’re not naked,” said Ronnie. “You still have sweats on.”“If you take your shirt off, I’ll take my sweats off,” offered Alex. “I’m not wearing panties under them.”“This is crazy!” moaned Ronnie.“Crazy fun,” countered Alex.“I have to go!” gasped Bob. He stood, and swayed as orthostatic hypotension caused his brain to be starved of oxygen for a few seconds.. You have a nice body, so I know you didn't eat this way back home, did you?"Could I explain? Sometimes I'd gone many months without food, back home. A dignitary would visit. The queen would entertain. A feast would be spread out, one that defied imagination, a table a hundred yards long filled with every manner of beast and bird, roasted and fried or cooked into pies. And only meat, when the queen entertained there was only meat. The countryside would be stripped bare of game and livestock.. “Now I am” I answered. His eyes fixed on my stocking tops and garter strap that showed just inches from under my skirt. “Nice outfit for a ride: he said” “You like it” I stood up straight stick out my breast and spun around like a little girl as my skirt flew up revealing my panties and garter-belt. Leaning back against the car looking him in the eyes “Must be very lonely hiking all by your self”. “Sure is been hiking for 3 days” he replied. Taking a step towards him “can I help you with. They were only a two hour flight away but compared to living in the same street as him, it felt like another continent. James was now 18 but you wouldn’t have guessed it when you looked at him. He was 5ft 9’ and rather thin. He had quite a feminine physique which he hated. His best friend, Jack, however was a different story. He was 6ft 3 and built, many days spent at the gym and buffed up into a hunk of a guy. Yet despite these differences, they were best friends and spent almost every waking.