Cindy had moved off to the side when I had quickly reversed positions on Shirley. She looked concerned about what I was doing, but only for the first ...wo or three minutes.By then, Shirley's responsivness to what I was doing had become quite vocal, and got increasingly louder. Cindy could hear that I was being encouraged to go ahead with even more of what I was doing, being asked to slam into Shirley with increasing force and power.It was almost like I was being taunted into putting forth. Fart...FART!"Well, who am I to keep a boy waiting?Thrupppblaaaaaart!I could feel my wind juddering against his trapped truncheon and God did it feel good! Tossing my head back, I roared at the ceiling, feeling my pussy flood with excitement. It was such a turn on to sit on his boner and fart away like a trooper.PPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLRTTTTTTT!I rattled another one out, feeling his rigid dick strain at my crack. My arsehole puckered and not just with the farts...with excitement too. It's always been an. . unalterably affect the life of others!The event I'm referring to happened a very long time ago. Very long ago, back when I thought I knew a lot. What teen or young adult, full of themselves, doesn't think they "Know It All!" As every late term adult realizes, fledglings don't really know what they think they know.What person has not said, "If I only knew back then what I know now" when musing over their past life. I know for me things would have been so different for me if there had been just. She sat down in a leather rocker and turned on the TV. Flipping through the channels she didn't find anything she wanted to watch. She was about to get up and get her pad and pens, maybe try to write some lyrics to a new song when Regis came padding in and laid his head on her knee. Those big dark eyes were looking up at her pleadingly."What ya want boy" she asked? A little whine and he put one paw up on her knee and shoved like he was trying to move her legs apart. She had to laugh; he was.