Take her panties, but she still plays coy

"Right, you're not an ass man at all..." Gracie climbed off the bed with her back turned to you, pulling the hem of her shirt halfway up her waist to fully reveal the backside of her panties.

"I never said I wasn't," you drooled as she slowly bent over, sliding her underwear down her thighs. You caught the briefest glimpse of pussy between her legs before she straightened up again and flexed her glutes to bounce her cheeks for you. She lifted her discarded pink underwear between her toes and flung them in your face, filling your nostrils with an intoxicating mixture of warm musk, laundry detergent, and sweet perfume.

You pulled them away when you heard Gracie laughing;

"Are you sniffing them??? You little perv!"

She was back on the bed now, knees together and feet tucked under her bear bottom. You had a perfect view of the side of her ass, but only a shadow of her bush was peaking out under her top. With a goofy smile, you pulled her panties over your head like a mask.

"I'm your little perv, though... Can I, uh-- Can I see--?"

"Not just yet, big guy. You'll have to make it worth my while. It's your turn to ask."

You couldn't tear yourself away from her obscured crotch long enough to shuffle through your stack, so you just read the next one off the top;

"H-how many stages of meiosis are there?"