I believed it except for how many girls he slept with, Ian wasn’t that stupid or low.Laughing at his comment I blurt, ‘Yeah, I know.’‘You two ...ere friends weren’t you?’ Ian asks while he continues to strum his guitar.I shrug. ‘I guess you could say so.’‘Well then maybe you can tell me why she’s such a whore,’ he says. We both fall in a fit of laughter. Once all laughter was done Ian went back to writing. After a few moments of silence, he asks, ‘Why would you associate yourself with someone. All trying to help. It was bedlam. John signaled her to settle down, ‘take it easy,’ he said as he tried to sit her down. Gradually a little order was restored. Her body language gave him an inkling of what she was trying to tell him. If he read it right, she was saying thanks. She was calling him a friend. He did not know what to do. He did not want to insult her by walking away but it seemed the only alternative. In desperation, he looked at her baskets. They held bunches of very small. "Calvin no baka! I almost forgot a wig!" Calvin said out loud."Boy, I'm going to have some shopping to do." said Calvin.Over the next few days Calvin began picking up a few necessary items.He'd read on the newsgroups alt.fashion and alt.fashion.crossdressingthat Kevyn Aucoin's Making Faces was a good book and he was able to finda copy locally.He had been using cheap foam pads from Wal-Mart to fill his second handbrassiere, but he decided to buy himself some proper breast forms froman online. He really wanted to pull off the t-shirt and show off her tits to the guys. It would be amazing to suck her tits and finger her pussy as they watched. Maybe she would suck his cock as he finger fucked her ass and the guys would be stroking their cocks as they watched and wished it was them. Yes, this horny young sex goddess was a keeper for sure. The answer to his dreams and imagination. He would invite the men over next week for sure. The thought of fucking her in front of his male friends.