Amanda nodded harder. ‘They are,’ she said. ‘Your farts are perfect, and you’re amazing, Mark.’ Wait. What the hell was she saying? Through ...he clouds in her mind, she knew this wasn’t right. She was a smart, strong, sexually healthy woman. She didn’t have a fart fetish. And she would never ask a man — but especially not this man — to bless her with… To bless her? The residue of the stench — that wet trashy flavor still in the back of her mouth — prodded something animal in her brain. OH. I tell her I will pull her panties down. I want to watch how your cheeks colour. Pale turns into pink. So sexy!Jennifer feels very weird at that moment, as she confessed to me much later. Strangely excited and curious.I pull her panties down indeed. I get very excited by that sight. In my arousal, I start to spank her really hard!Jennifer wriggles with her hips. Tries to escape from my grip. But not really, as she likes the feeling at her butt.I hear how hotly she screams, but not really tries. About six steps down is the middle level with the pool, and then a large drop of about 25 steps takes you to the bottom level where the tennis court is. From the rear of the house, andespecially, from the rear facing window in the master bathroom, everything can be seen except for the tennis court. I was sitting at that window as I watched Ann disappear down the steps for her lesson. Even with my window open, all was quiet except for the occasional sound of a racket thumping a tennis ball, and. “I know what you mean.” She angled her head back to look at me. “And, yes, it felt good that you did what you did, that you were the way you were while we danced.” “I think...” she looked at me with her youthful eyes and a widening smile, “I know now what I should’ve done that night.” “You do?” My hard on was almost pulsing with the growing tension of the moment now. “Yes,” she whispered, and brought her lips to mine. They were the softest lips I ever tasted. She kissed me gently, over.