I found this little game extremely fun and erotic as hell to play, so I continued to play along by saying, "Hey, I'm in pretty damn good shape! Go ahe...d, just try and knock me down!"She giggled, and said threateningly, "Oh I will! Hope you're bracing yourself!"Taking my cue, I got my nose in as close as possible to her crack and waited in excited anticipation for her to fart. My wont was MORE then fulfilled when she finally let it rip. It was huge! It was so loud that it actually echoed. .”When I pulled up in front of the women’s shelter Saturday morning, she was waiting. She bounced up and got into the car wearing a comfy-looking pair of jeans, some new athletic cross-trainers and a loose sweatshirt, concession to the cool temperatures.“Well?” she said. “Acceptable? Or do I need to change?”“You look like any of the girls we’ll be meeting today,” I said. “Practical. Let your face speak for you.”“I’m not much for make-up. I thought you figured that out by now.”“I was hoping. It was mom lying fully nude on bed and a man with a big cock was fucking mom wildly in doggy style…this man I know him it was no one but mom’s best friend’s husband Mr. gupta , he was fucking mom so hard and was slapping mom butts and then they changed their position I was watching all this fuck session through the door and they didn’t know that someone is watching them too mom was shouting and moaning and was replying the every stroke of uncle gupta mom was saying aaaahh oooiiii mar gaye me or. What does one say in such a situation? I still don't know. She turned a bright crimson and made a shrieking 'mmfff' noise. All I could do was tuck my cock back into my pants, and shake my head wearily, turning away to give her privacy to finish her 'fix'. We didn't speak of that day again.I can't bring myself to address this issue straight-on. I know, I know she'd deny having a quote-unquote problem, but oh, she does. Not only does she seem to have an insatiable appetite for the packing tape,.