”“See you at six-thirty.”Sleep comes quickly, after the exhausting day traveling, and with the vision of the two young girls exposing their pant...es to me. The next thing I hear is my travel alarm softly beeping. Tossing my overnight bag in the truck, I head for the restaurant for breakfast. At this rate, I should be on the road by eight. Hell, it really doesn’t matter as I don’t have anywhere in particular to go.Breakfast, like dinner, is humungous. A steady flow of obvious construction people. Sometimes they couldn't hear what was being said to them at that moment because of the rushing noise in the ears.She stood and looked at him, her head tilted slightly, like she was examining something on a shelf. His hands fluttered to his lap, to cover his complete, iron hard, ready-to-go, very insistent erection.Her breasts thrust from her chest and looked rock hard, like they had been chiseled from fine granite. They didn't move as she bent over and picked up a throw pillow from the end of. Anothermarching band shirt similar to the one I woke up with. Maroon trackshorts. A blue sports bra. A padlock with key sticking out of it.I took off the shirt. I tried to be suave and un-clip my own bra with onehand. It took me a few attempts but I got it. I looked around before Iremoved it from my chest. Nobody was around so I pulled it off andquickly put the sports bra on. I had almost gotten used to the boobsbouncing around in my bra all the morning. The sports bra's compressionactually. "I am sorry to say but there is some changes just for tonight concerning just the boy/girl group. There will be no sexual activity for this group until after tomorrow game." WHY!" We want you fresh and ready to win." "Also we need you boy/girls to go back to your male persona. So that we can have some practice tonight. Don't worry. If you win the prize will be well worth what you have given up."So back to our manly clothes we went. Or should I say baseball uniform with the Camp Girly logo.