"Do we put the damsons in there?" she asked as she stood smiling at me."In where?" In that great big hole under your nose," she giggled, and I realise... my mouth was hanging open."Where the hell did you get them from?" I spluttered. "They look like they're for a bloody twelve-year-old." They are," she laughed. "I nipped over to the discount store for some denim shorts and saw these, I thought you might like them." I do mum," I leered. "Oh believe me I do, but how am I supposed to climb trees. She was in her fifth sailor suit and it was hot pink. I mean hot. This was the first of her little outfits that had a cropped sailor top that left a good part of her tummy exposed. The jewels in her navel were back and I guess the teachers counted that as not having her navel exposed. I wondered how the heck she got them to stay there and if she had a navel piercing.“So, I need to know so I can wear the right outfit,” she said as I took her hand and led her over to our table instead of sitting. No sooner had I chosen the seat across from her, when she stood up, stretched to her full height. Her ample, but not large breasts straining against a tight black sweater, and then she sashayed away. I was so caught up in the perfection of her body and the grace and assurance of how she moved that I couldn’t be sure if she had cast me a dismissive glance or if I had merely imagined it. This kind of deflating defeat was the risk of my little game. Now I had to decide whether to continue my. I took another sniff, enjoying the scent."Oh you like that smell, do you?" She grinned. I looked up and nodded before nuzzling my nose back to her pussy for more."You really are pathetic!" She laughed, backing away from me."What kind of husband enjoys the smell of his wife's pussy after it's been freshly fucked by another man!" Oh..." I softly groaned."Can you smell his cum in me?" She taunted. I didn't say anything."I need a shower," She stated, taking a sly sniff of her armpit, "I can still.