I climbed up on the bed beside her laying on my side. She looked down at my dick and said in a surprised voice “ oh boy, you’re at full mast agai... !” as she grabbed me again and started pumping it up and down. “I think it’s about time for another lesson, don’t you” she smiled at me and pushed me over on my back. “I’m ready to learn from you anytime” I told her. She went on to explain that there were hundreds of positions in which to have sex…books full of them but she only knew a few. Of. He then tucked his spent cock inside his pants and continued to stand at the window recording Joanne in her dishevelled state.Finally, as the dildo slid from her pussy a rush of her liquids followed, running from her, and pooling on the car seat beneath. She rested. Her pussy was completely open to her observer. Her juices slowly seeped from her swollen, inflamed pussy.She raised her seat back and moved the seat into a position to drive still wearing nothing but her jewelry and her open and now. She was a rotund girl, more fat than boob, we would say, because she had tits when we had tats saying 'Front'.Bonnie disappeared one summer, she had gone to fat school and came back a different girl, she really did have tits, and an ass, in fact she had a drop dead gorgeous body, and everyone, including myself, wanted to be her friend.There was something else different about her, she had an aura, she had discovered sex at fat school, disturbed k**s, unloved and ridiculed for most of their. I caught the scent of her perfume. It was such a little thing. She had a dozen perfumes. I never take notice, but this was different. She had never worn this scent before. I knew because I instantly recognized it. My mother had died when I was five. A car accident took her life on a cold winter's night. As she'd kissed me goodbye that night, she had been wearing Chanel No .5.It was a scent memory. A powerful and unmistakable recognition. I did not know Kate owned that perfume, and I knew she.