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. Smartly dressed in her bush outfit, the middle-aged red haired white woman looked oddly out of place in this dingy shed of a room, surrounded by the three soldiers in camouflage outfits and the customs agent in his sweat stained white shirt. Clearing his throat to cover his nervous excitement, the agent addressed Annemie in English. "We will now conduct an official strip search, which is customary in most countries and is in full accordance with international law. You will remember the. “No, I will not forget last night. It was the first time I’ve seen a mans…” She blushed again, apparently not able to mention my penis. “…You know.” She said, nodding toward my crotch. “And I don’t want to forget it! Especially since it was you.” Ok.. Now I was really confused. “I don’t understand.. What are you saying?” I asked. She finally shook that stubborn look off her face and realized what she said, instantly replying “ Nothing! Forget I even said anything! Lets just forget this!. "About the night-time mating habits of fish?" Yeah, that's it exactly. Uh--Phoebe--have you met-- Say, what is your name?"Piper turned to shoot Prue a wicked glance."Never mind that," winked Prue. "This vision of nocturnal loveliness must be the wonderful Phoebe you told me so much about." Er--yeah--," said Piper. She was tempted to explain everything to Phoebe, but Prue's male form evidently wished to explore its carnal spirit a bit further that evening."Piper, weren't you going to go see.