Slipping another finger into her he began to finger-fuck her. She moaned and arched her back. He inserted a third finger and thrust them in and out of...her faster, coating them in her juices. Arent you? he asked again, pounding her relentlessly as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. She couldnt hold back any longer as an orgasm rocked through her. Ahhhhh! YES! &hellip,FUCK! YES! Yes what? He was now stroking her G-spot as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. YES! You make me wet! she whimpered.. We got to talking. Well, he was talking and I was too polite to cut him off, as I recall. I still don't remember what his pitch was but it must have been convincing. He talked me into his car. I remember having no sense of his intentions but he'd talked about some interesting bootleg music and did I want to come and listen to it. I was kinda drunk and my 'game for anything' attitude had worked well so far. I think that was about the entire reasoning process. His apartment building was in the. .just sit there and watch...I think you will like my body Peter."She stood up then, no longer a nervous, more like a wild woman...much like Mrs. Wilson. She unbuttoned the blouse she had on, opened it so I could see her tits in a very nice black bra. She squeezed her small tits with the bra still on, then tipped the top of the bra down under her tits, leaving it there while she pulled on her brown nipples. "Do you like my tits Peter? Charles doesn't think they're big enough. I know they are. ."Fart-Girl grinned and placed both her green latex-gloved hands onto her belly.She paused and bent over slightly, pressing her hands hard against her stomach.She was concentrating as her tummy brewed up the desired gas she needs.Her tummy bubbled as she focused hard.She then turned around, placing her hands onto her knees as she leaned over forward.Buttsniff-Girl stared at her bottom. There was a long cut-out slit around the bum of Fart-Girl's catsuit, allowing her butt to poke out naked from.