Did it turn you on?Daniel. YESMe. Are you still turned on by it?Daniel. YESMe. Well then, I guess it did its job then and I shouldn't wear it any more...Daniel. Aaggghh, no you gotta wear it.Me. But you said you're already turned on right?Daniel. ConstantlyMe. Like you said before.Daniel. Yes.Me. Explain it to me again.Daniel. Oh man are you serious?Me. Yes.Daniel. You're not going to think I'm weird are you?Me. I'm the one with the problem here, remember?Daniel. I am walking around the house. And for myself, I wrote my favorite position doggy style. When the answers were revealed, atleast one of our answers matched, and it was not a missionary.She had written doggy style in both the columns. Again a surprise. Well, I was certainly getting to know her better. Now it was other couples’ turn to play the same game. We returned to our trunk. We listened to others’ answers for a while. Some of them matched. Some couples knew each other very well.But then I broke the silence as it was. Every time I thought about the view up her skirt, her panties, the lovely smell of her excited pussy and watching her get off while she ordered me to wank in front of her, was messing with my head, not to mention my constantly hard cock! I still had Mandy’s gym knickers which had been taking quite a soaking over the few weeks since I last saw her.I had been home for about a week and not a sign of Mandy which was in some ways a relief, but in others I was having withdrawal symptoms. Then. .. Oh my goodness!” she stammered “You can get closer if you want!”This was my chance, I could smell her normal scent, her normal bodily smells. But I was going to get close enough to smell her vagina. Her actual vagina. I moved forward. At first I caught a faint smell of her vagina. I immediately began sniffing harder. It was a reflex. I caught it again. I moved forward. I looked up at her. She had the blank expression again, almost scared. “Are you ok?” I asked“I’m just really regretting not.