Pee gushed from her crotch and quickly filled the floor drain to the brim. As it spread out across the floor, she farted loudly.” “Jesus, Diane. T...at’s disgusting. How’d you like me to fart in your face?” “B-b-b-but it’s because of the cucumber…” she stammered. “I don’t give a shit,” I said. And after pulling a sheet across the window, I dropped my pants, stuck my ass in her face and ripped a loud juicy fart. Diane gagged as I pressed my ass against her face but to give her credit, she held it. She was an incredibly erotic sight before me and in the back of my mind I think I knew that my wife would be getting a good fucking when I finally made it upstairs.Or so I thought...I was so lost in the pleasure of the moment that I realized too late that my balls had responded to the visual and physical stimulation by sending a full load of hot cum into 'the chamber' and my cock was shooting spasm after spasm of cum onto the bed next to my daughter, before a ribbon of cum landed squarely on. She remembered the sound of the needle. She looked, and the tribal dress and hat were lying in a heap in the middle of the bedroom floor. Poor, dumb-ass Stew, he never notices anything except golf, sports, and his job, she thought. Sherri started to step into the shower but changed her mind. She made a bath. Like a ritual, she opened the bottle of oil and let several drops flow onto the water. She stepped into the bath and reached for the soap. She bathed and stepped out, and then dried. ”“Sounds good to me!”June 18, 1982, Circleville, Ohio“What’s the plan for tonight?” I asked Katy when I arrived at her house.“Well, we’re back in the fasting cycle, so I was thinking sushi. Have you ever had it?”“No, but I’m sure I’ll be OK with it. I like most kinds of seafood and I like rice. And if it’s spicy, I’m OK with that, too.”“Cool. There’s a new Japanese restaurant in Columbus that Mom and Dad went to a couple of weeks ago. I’ll pay, though, because it’s even more expensive than the.