Chapter 2
The sheets were linen and ironed smooth. Cool against the skin. As the room was quite warm, she had decided to sleep naked. Besides, she thought as she lay close to slumber, the dried sweat and secretions of her m**********n smelled, and she hesitated to stain her hostess nightgown. She didn't mind her own smell. She liked it, in fact and so did everyone else, if, they were going to be honest with themselves.
As Arthur had once said, everyone is immune to his own farts. And the same is true for all smells of the body. Languidly, in the dark Maryann sniffed her fingers and felt a minor rush of excitement in response to the smell of her cunt. What a nice smell it is after all! But we've been brainwashed today. We've been sold a bill of goods. The moguls of fashion and hygiene wou
