The real killer was the mustache. That meant I wasn't a boy trying toavoid the spirit day, but a girl trying to participate. I don't thinkeveryone got...the symbolism, but some did, including Roger, who gave me analmost remorseful look. He wasn't wearing anything feminine, not histhing I guessed.I came home and ripped off my mustache. I had a lot to think about. Forone thing, the Halloween party was tomorrow. Erin was intent on making mycostume a surprise, and it dawned on me just how long I had. I decided to wait 15 minutes before I decided to go to tent, giving her ample time to get changed. I walked over, but before entering, I decided to ask if she was decent."Yes, I am decent, you may come in, but stay away from me!" She growled. She was apparently still not happy or used to the idea that we had to share the same tent.After I closed the tent zipper behind me, I realized, how the hell am I going to get change for bed with her inside! The wind was picking up and it was starting to. "Isn't it wonderful, Deborah?" she cried. "I'm so thrilled for them both. At long last." Which says a very great deal for Harry," interrupted Deborah. "Richard has just said he couldn't imagine any other young man waiting so long. He's very special, Mary, and you and Ned should be proud of yourselves. We couldn't ask for a better son-in-law." Thank you, Deborah, we are very proud of him but then we love Tig too so yippee!"Deborah laughed. "Richard's opening a bottle of champagne at this moment.. Or so I’ve been told. Pat stood and removed those ugly bright green shorts then she removed her top of the leotard and let he breast swing free. Beautiful, I thought, probably a 34 c with large brown areolas and big erect nipples.Another jolt of electricity hit my clit and the juices began to flow.Pat sneaked a peek to see if I was watching before she pulled the leotards over her hips. I was eagerly anticipating my first glimpse of her pubic hair. She sat down in a chair and began removing her.