Cassie applied only the very lightest of pressure, but whispered to me that I should draw her finger in. I was inhaling and exhaling deeply which allo...ed me to pull the finger inside. She paused to let me get used to the sensation, before repeating the process and passing the second point of resistance. Gradually my slow, deep breathing allowed Cassie to move her finger deeper and deeper inside. Once inside she began to explore my anus until her finger settled on my prostate, which she massaged. Looking just was not enough for me, so I was determined to have him come out to me, so I made best friends with him, and always gave signs, like an accedental akward touch or if we were talking about girls, I would tell him I had a hard on, and we would laugh. One time we were just hanging out and I noticed he had a hard on, and I could see the outine of it on his leg through his skinny jeans, and leaned over him, brushing it to grab something, and we both pretended like nothing happened.On. “Take pictures,” Helga insisted.“Like the news people won’t take enough? Besides, it’s dark,” I laughed as I picked up one of our cameras anyway.I almost turned around and headed back to our room when I stepped outside of the hotel. Cameras flashed, lights for video cameras came on, and reporters shouted questions. Rather than walking, I jogged, quickly leaving the reporters behind--at least for a few minutes. They eventually caught up with me just before I left the Washington Memorial.It was a. I was betting the majority would go “commando,” but it was possible one of them would be too afraid to expose her pussy or ass with the super short skirts they were planning.The day of the ball we were all busy making sure every attendee was waxed smooth as a baby’s bottom, had her hair styled, and makeup appropriate for their costumes. It was good that Linda and I could both drive. We had bought a used Dodge window van big enough to haul the whole “school.” Linda drove each girl to her salon.