The rest of the day went on as normal. Our mom was going to be working the late shift; Tasha had some lunch then went to bed to get over her jet lag.... After dinner I decided to go out and sit in the hot tub for awhile. I didn't get around to it until after it was dark. I sat out there relaxing for a bit and having incredibly dirty thoughts about my mom and Kelly as well as trying to figure out how I could have sex with either one of them, again I figured we would have to keep it secret from. Phir bhi mana kar rahi thi mene ek jor se chata maar dia or unke ankh se aasu agye or wo boli ki tum yaha se jaa sakte ho mujhe nhi karna tumhare sath kuch or wo rone lagi to me dar gaya mene bola thik h meri jaan mat lo muh me par mujhse aise rutho to nhi bahut manna ne ke baad me wo man gai par . Phir bhi land muh me lene se mana kar diMe bhi situation dekh ke boldia thik h meri jaan or usse god me utha ke bed pe giraa dia or chut chatne laga chut chatwane me usse maja ara tha thodi der chut. “Just like you taught me after mom died…You’ll have her fucking like a pro in no time. I’ll leave her to you for a while longer, and hold off telling Troy. This way by the time he gets a turn, maybe her experience will make up for his missing a virgin fuck.” She slipped one hand down to his crotch and began fondling his cock, then lowered herself to the floor as she stroked it, feeling it begin to become erect in her hand. “And now, I have an itch that needs scratching…”she said, wrapping her. You do the math. I figure that 3 farts per week over a year works out to about 156 farts. So in 20 years, I've inhaled over 3100 farts.”Marcus cleared his throat and continued. “I also love to fart! I have a nice wrangler ass bubble butt that looks delectably juicy in faded skintight jeans or tight and squeaky shiny and squeaky vibrating vinyl or leather pants! I love to rip ass in my tight jeans with no underwear or slide around on a vinyl seat in a bar or restaurant with my leather pants on.