With her the act itself, no matter how glorious was no longer sufficient. An emotional factor had become equally as important for me. It dawned on me ...hat my waiting was to see if she felt the same way. That an emotional bond between us meant just as much as physical sex. Feeling better about myself after this brainwave, I kept watch over my love. It was maybe a minute before she noticed me staring at her. Her eyes focused on my face and she grinned. I had no need to be worried, the love she. " I grabbed a tube and squirted a big handful, then started working it into him. Although my goal was to get him ready, just then I was concentrating on giving him a good time."Rub your cock while I'm doing it, but only slowly. No cumming at present."Slowly, very slowly, i put a finger up him. He tensed just slightly but carried on rubbing his cock. "OK?" Very" OK, I'd like you to bend over this table so I can get at you better. Remember, if at any moment it feels uncomfortable tell me at once.. Slowly I pulled my cock back and then pushed it forward again. Each time I did this Marge would moan and tell me how good my cock felt. After about five minutes her moans turned into language a sailor would use on shore leave. I increased the tempo of my thrusts and Marge was matching them and then it happened.As I was thrusting forward Marge’s pussy let go a “fart” and then another. Each time I thrusted forward her pussy would fart. I was no finding it harder to concentrate and my mind. The only thing that was different for me was my nipples, because I had really large ones, even as a young boy. Really it was ok, in fact some of my buddies liked to suck on them and I loved it, but when I went through puberty they got a lot bigger even and I would get embarrassed by them. Some boys made fun of them sometimes and at that age you are really insecure anyway. Well, I dealt with it but it took time before I felt ok with them. More about this if I write about my teen years and.