Crossdressing is not in my palette of sexual proclivities, but I hated to turn him down so quickly since he was hot as hell and the only game in town....He was forty-nine years old, six foot two inches and two hundred twenty pounds. He sent some more pictures, including his face, and I was immediately hooked on him. He was adamant that if I wanted to play, I would have to crossdress. I wrote back that unfortunately I did not have any women’s clothes with me, hoping he would agree to meet me mano. I guessed Cathy would already be on the road; they wanted an early start, getting to Goulburn for lunch, and then on to Canberra by early afternoon. She hoped to get everything up in her dorm room before dinner time. I deliberately averted my eyes from the photo of her on my desk; the fact that it was Valentine’s Day didn’t make me feel any better.After a quick breakfast, I read through Janelle’s letter. She described some of the lectures and classes, how they had been emphasising cleanliness,. I took out my digital camera and started taking picture of Deepa. After some time Nina asked “your camera takes only children’s photo?” I liked the indirect remark. “It takes anything natural, original, worthy like you.” I said. As expected she repeated the expression of chewing one side of her lip and big eyes, but with more sensuous look, I clicked that moment and she gave three fore more poses of her face, the last one was very hungry look. She came running towards me and tried to grab the. As I pulled up her profile, I thought about the possibilities. There were so many people in chat that sooner or later you would find somebody close to you. The odds might not favor it, but it could happen. Could she be someone I know from work or school? That would be a riot, but if she sounds familiar, should I talk to her? My own profile contained a picture of me, so if she recognizes me, she might back away. Is it important if anyone knows I wander chat rooms? Naw, it's a hobby nothing more..