Although anything goes at Glastonbury, I'm still too shy to step out of the tent in my hot pants and black lacy tights. Most people wouldn't look twic..., but I'm not sure how Bob, my festival buddy, would take it.By the time the rain started on Friday afternoon, Bob and I had tried out a few of the bars and were enjoying the music, the beer and the atmosphere of the event. As the weather started to deteriorate during the afternoon, out came the girl's tights and wellies. Although I was enjoying. .making me so randy.“Fallon...you have the cutest butt I’ve seen in a long, long time...can I touch it” said Julia.I was used to the surprise of grab and grope...especially from girls in the change rooms...women usually just know with a glance to take a handful because they can’t control themselves anyway...and small talk is a waste of foreplay time.She asked like a guy...strange indeed.“Uhuh “I said as I eased down from the bar.I wasn’t making myself hard to get...but boy I really had that. There was no hair on her arms, legs or groin. ‘Looks like they groom you pretty well.’ She smiled when he put her arm down gently. Apparently, modesty was unknown to her. Tim stood close to her. She didn’t smell bad. In fact, he couldn’t smell her at all. ‘What have they done to you?’ Uncharacteristically, he felt compassion, and cupped her cheek with his palm. She closed her eyes and leaned into his caress. ‘Oh no you don’t.’ He stepped an arms length away. The young woman frowned. ‘You. "Listen kid, Jamie is going to be all over the papers tomorrow now the reporting's been lifted. He is going to be big news and my editor wants to me to write about him. But I want more than that. I want to see the real Jamie Prutton 'cos he dain't look a bad kid. Help me, or my editor'll do a hatchet job."Oliver licked his lips and sniffed. She stared at him, and pulled her blouse down a bit further, watching his expression shift. He nodded without uttering a word.Chrissy guided the reluctant.