This story is about FARTING. First I want to say the best thing about my wife's flatulence... her big round ass RIPS the biggest, most airy, odorless,...nearly odorless, ANAL ACOUSTICS I have ever encountered. And like she often does, she's embarrassed to bring up, or suggest, certain things. So she makes it look like an accident, or like it was my idea. It started when she asked why I like to gape her ass. I said "I like to see inside your dirty wet butthole in between fucking it". Then she. I then made a quick check around the room and picked up his phone. I also checked the small suitcase he had but was not able to find anything of interest there. Luckily his phone was not yet locked so I could simply pair it over the bluetooth app, with the device I was carrying. Then I just started cloning its contents. I started rolling him into the carpet, making sure that there was no way anyone could see him inside it.Even though I tried keep myself in good shape, I was panting and sweating. ." For some reason, Michael wouldn't look him in the eye. In fact, he was preoccupied with a rather large bulge in Jake's football pants. He was fantasizing so much about Candice and her big ten-incher while wearing football gear, that the site of Jake's fascinated him. For Michael, Jake was the disembodied representation of Candice. He was hornier than hell, and getting wetter at the thought. "Michael, could you help me with my English? Maybe we could get together tomorrow night." Jake was. “Di, I have a strange feeling that we are not anywhere close to being on the page that Mick is on,” Sasha was speaking slowly, as if the thought was slowly crawling into her head, causing her to look at me with concern.Sasha sat next to me and held me. “Honey, please tell us what happened? Did you react to a little girl?”“NO! I would never!” I was aghast.“A boy?” Diana smiled and seemed to think that I was being overly dramatic.“Diana! How could you even think that?” I felt like I was on the.