"I wouldn't mind them..." I casually uttered."Yeah well, you have a fart fetish so that don't count!" She giggled."Infact, you'd probably love her far...s!"I blushed, she could tell I agreed with her."You really would, wouldn't you?!" She laughed."Maybe..." I sheepishly grinned."Oh god, what would you do if she suddenly ran into her, grabbed your head and shoved her butt in your face, letting rip a big loud nasty ripe fart right in your face?" She playfully asked."Not much I could do if she. "Good. Then let's get started and get to the zoo." The Director replied. They rode the elevator to the lobby and went out the door and entered the waiting car. Dr. Jones was at the west side door waiting for them as usual. After disarming the alarms they unlocked the door to shut down the security cameras and went their separate ways, Dr. Jones to the command center and the others towards Old MacDonald's Farm. They heard a buzzing and turned around to see the new Director of the zoo approaching. With the strength and determination that only a painfully horny man can muster, you throw me back up farther onto our bed and climb up to join me. I expect you to position yourself between my legs for entry, when you surprise me with yet another treat.You get on your knees beside my face and lovingly guide your red, swollen, rock hard cock to my eager mouth. I open graciously and allow every inch of you to enter, quickly at first, and then slowly but forcefully as the head of your cock hits the. There was something about her that made him want more than to win the game. He wanted her to come to him.In the past, the Jackson's arguments had been one-sided for the most part. He would lay down the law and she would eventually capitulate. Not this time. This time, Libby was having her say."Fat? I'm fat? You go to hell," she yelled. "I did it all for you, you and your high Catholic morals. I been breeding your kids for five years now. God knows I love my children, but I wanted to wait. You.