"No Diane, I mean you did awonderful job and I do look great ...for a boy. I don't have amnesia."Diane just paused. She looked at me and I could see a...ger starting toflush her face a bit red. "What do you mean you don't have amnesia? Whendid you recover?"I knew that I was just going to make her mad but I just had to come clean."I never had amnesia. I came to on the bus and heard you all talking and Ijust wanted to give you a good scare."Before I knew it my face was turned the other way and my. This being in high school was tough. She pulled into the school parking lot and before she'd locked the car I was dashing ahead, swinging my bag wildly.Yanking the school doors open, then the doors to the locker room, I was engulfed in the smell of sweat and mildew, liniment, and shampoo, with a faint hint of chlorine. It was the scent of the gates to paradise.Of course it was total bedlam -- girls from 5 to 18 dashing around in all different states of dress and undress, bare butts and boobies. "You can have me in a moment," Bibi promised, "But first, just watch." She took the woolen cloth with the copper wrapped inside and began brushing and rolling it with her hands."Watch the urn," she chided him when his hands found their way into the armholes of her garment and slipped around to squeeze her breasts. She didn't smack his hands away, so he continued gently squeezing and caressing the skinny, dark-haired beauty while watching the urn over her shoulder.As Bibi increased the movements. My cock pressed as if of its own accord against her generous ass, that ass which I was about to strip of any vestiges of virginity, that ass that I would take before the night was through. The thought was almost too much to process.For all of my experience, I’d never taken a woman’s virginity, of any kind, whether oral, vaginal, or anal. At forty-three, I had stopped thinking it would ever happen. Now here it was...here I was, with this woman who wanted nothing more than to please me as she.