So that means cutting Dan loose. Not friend Dan. Not fuck buddy Dan. Just manager Dan. But apparently they were a group thing. You either got all or n...ne. Dan hasn't spoken to her since she fired him. She can kind of understand it, she had ridden his dick to stardom after all. She just wishes he could get over it and they could go back to how it was before."CHECK YOUR CONTRACT."What the fuck is he talking about?The contract was a joke. It was just a cute little thing he drew up when they. It was such a turn on to sit on his boner and fart away like a trooper.PPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLRTTTTTTT!I rattled another one out, feeling his rigid dick strain at my crack. My arsehole puckered and not just with the farts...with excitement too. It's always been an exit, not an entrance, but in that moment I could see why some girls liked it thrown up there.BararappabapbapI could hear Brendan groaning in ecstasy as I kept forcing them out. I could hear him sniff loud at the fruity aromas I was emitting. You're not ugly or anything. It's just that... well, it might help if you took a shower every once in a while, and maybe even brushed your teeth. You know, take care of yourself, show a little pride in your appearance. Learning a few of the -- what we used to call 'social niceties' -- that might not kill you either."I didn't know quite what to make of that, but gradually it got through my thick skull. I stank and had bad breath. And I was a clod. That might just explain a few things.It stung. I. I smile as you bite the edge of your lip between your teeth and close your eyes, a tiny moan escaping between your teeth as you lean into my caresses. Gently, I push you back into the pillows as I lie next to you. I softly stroke my hand lower on your smooth stomach as I lean over to kiss you full on the lips. You squirm against me, wiggling your skirt down off your hips and begin to reach for your panties but I stop your hand, raising it to my lips. I kiss the back of your hand before laying.