I looked and then noticed the woman's smell. The overall smell was really quite common in female dressing rooms. But her's was very musty at close ran...e. I took a good sniff, liking it. I don't know whether she was offended or not but she pulled my face into her crotch saying, 'If you want to smell it, then smell it up close.' I think that she really expected me to bolt and that would have given her a good laugh. The bridge of my nose was just the right height to slide right into her slit with. I used to date her in back in high school, but I'll tell you more about that later.At the time she was looking right at me and I had to say something. I just didn't know what."All right, what do you want to know?"Seeming perplexed, Gwen replied, "I don't know." She thought a second and then asked, "How about we start with the sexual positions I don't know?" Do you know any other positions than missionary?" I asked.Her answer was short and simple, "No." Well, first there's missionary inverted.. Mary: And the entire time they had a look on their faces as if I was playing some practical joke. One of them stopped taking notes halfway through my account.Karen: They probably don't understand how you could not remember your assailant.Mary: I can't explain it: I just woke up and I was undressed and there was that goo.Karen: Will you be alright for work today?Mary: I already called in. No one is expecting me today. Joe is covering for me.Karen: Your boyfriend?Mary: Ex-boyfriend.Karen: It's. It excited me even more. When I was done, Rachel gently pushed me out of her and away. She quietly pulled up her panties, closing my cum into her cunt, and stepped down from the desk. She kept looking me deep into my eyes while she straitened out her sweater and prepared to enter the sitting room. I quietly walked down the stairs into the basement, my dick still hanging out over my pants. I was feeling intoxicated. I needed a good 10 minutes in the basement to get control over myself, calm.