..that's a smell that summons up for me the type of location where I got my very first blow job.It was summer. 1983. It had been a steamy-jungle-of-a-...ummer that year, if memory serves me right. I'd been laid off from a job I'd had for a while, and to make an income so that I could pay my rent, and buy groceries, and gas for my car, I started painting peoples homes. I didn't mind doing that, except that summer the humidity was intense; but, I needed the money, so I just kept at it no matter. My dick and asshole began to tingle at the feel of his tounge on my stomach. I was in heaven. When he was done he put his ragging hard-on back in his pants. He told me that I had detention after school, and that I was going to have it in his classroom. The entire rest of the day I couldn't seem to sit still in anticapation for my punishment. My dick was harder than it had ever been. In the last class of the day I couldn't. Jack couldn't hide his unfeminine bulge and asked if anyone mighthave another tutu he might be able to borrow.Suzie asked me to at least keep my panties on as it wasn't very healthyto wear another girl's tights without some kind of feminine protection.Miss Johnson informed her that I at least brought napkins and asked thatSuzie help me with dressing properly. Talk about total embarrassment. Isurvived though and I did watch as Jack got some help from one of theother girls in getting ready for. .. you can” I managed to get out. “How has your experience with girls gone so far” Ellen said looking at me. “Well I have had some experience so far but not a lot, why” I asked back and I turned to her. “Are you still a virgin” Ellen asked and I almost fell off of the couch at that question. “Yes...I am” I said. She sat up straight and sternly looked at me. “What have you done with a girl” Ellen asked and I also sat up and cleared my throat. “I have played with her boobs” I gingerly said. “Did.