Instead, Jane wanted to talk about the feeling she'd gotten when she first saw me that afternoon."I could tell that you wanted me. My pussy got so wet...that I became embarrassed." I know, I could smell you." You're lying. You couldn't smell me," she said, blushing."Those mothers could smell you, too." No, they couldn't smell me. They were looking at your crotch." Mrs. Crumbly could smell you, and her back porch is some distance from the pool."Jane nodded her agreement. "You may be right. That. Then she put her top back on with no bra now and her boobs bounced around as she wiggled herself out of her pants and then stripped her panties off revealing her chubby belly i being a panty expert knew she was wearing a pair of vanityfair panties . she got them off and threw them into my lap where her bra was still sitting . as she was putting her pants back on she asked me what i wanted with her underwear . i just said i like womens underwear . she asked if i was going to wear them or sniff. "She's heartbroken that she's not going to be able to finish there but it's just too expensive," Laura commented, offhandedly. "We're hoping you can cheer her up." Whoa! Did Rosita put you up to this?"I had just finished my third year at school and had been living alone in the small house for two years, since Laura moved to the Waite Home for Women. She divided her time between operating the Waite Home and working in our business.Laura gave me her, 'you caught me' look, and smiled to tell me I. My intentions were now too obviously plain to her, and she shrieked in her dismay, squirming deliciously.For some little time, I did not touch her, but indulged in a good look at close quarters at the sweet citadel of her chastity.My readers will remember that, immediately after I had stripped Alice naked, I had closely inspected her cunt from a similar point of view. But then it was unsullied, untouched; now it had experienced the adoring touch of a male finger, and her sensitive body was.