I tried calling 4 or 5 friends. Not a single heads up.Something stroke my mind all of a sudden. Its been very long since i met “pooja”. All she kn...w was i still live in another town. I very well remember where she stayed. I thought of surprising her. I seriously wonder from where i got this gut feeling. I never usually go and meet a girl without her insistence. Somehow brushed off all the stigmas and went ahead to meet her. I rang the bell twice.She: “Who is it?”Me: *I stayed mum*Again i rang. Everyone was really loose and talking up a storm. Chicken and ribs appeared as if by magic and we were all munching up a storm. I remember seeing Glenn take a hit off the bong at some point. Pam kept staring at my big rack and wriggling in her chair. I smiled at her occasionally, but did nothing to encourage her. Though fantasies were racing around in my head, nothing sexual happened and at around 10pm everyone was gone. We had passed the bong around one more time just before, so I was. I decided against telling Trudy as it would involve telling her what Jameshad been trying to do which led to him being in this situation.I don't know why but I decided to tell little James that he was not theonly boy in pantyhose in this school. I didn't tell him that he waslooking at another one but said there was an older boy at school who cameto school dressed as a girl every day. James's eyes widened. I don'tthink he had any idea that I was that boy!"Who is he?" Be careful with your use. ..Ahhh...Ahh” she expelled in happiness: and it was a climax for the ages.The guys coming into the tent with a few drinks under their belt had understood the sexual groaning they heard clearly emanating from the tent...and they certainly had processed it was Miss McMasters; but Damien, Duncan or Trevor couldn’t picture her.They had no need to picture the young woman...they got to see it all. Candid, frank and instantly cock arousing. Immediately the situation was a sexual revelation combined.