Then she went to grab something from thepaper bag. When she returned she climbed on top of me, placing her pussyjust inches from my mouth and the weig...t of her body on my chest."Who is she?" she asked."She? I am not sure of what you are talking about!" I replied, honestlysurprised by her question."Do you think I don't remember what pussy juices taste like? I rememberit all too well, and your mouth tastes exactly the same. You must haveeaten out a girl not long ago. You know, I am not. She enjoys anal activity, she does not deny it. And if I'm ignoring her backdoor during sex, she will ask for a finger, Toy, or cock up her ass. But that's not what this story is about, I'm just establishing "slut factor". 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,. We filled and emptied both holes in a rhythm that matched her breathing.In no time both John and I were pounding into her and Steph was screaming as her third orgasm of the night treated us to a squirt. She collapsed onto John's chest and I slowly pulled out of her. She rolled off John and used her fingers to gather her juice and sucked them clean. I took John's condom covered cock into my mouth and loved the taste of Steph that was on him. I pulled his condom off and licked Steph's juices from. I feel like a broken record but we have a lot to do before winter. I have been and remain worried." What would you suggest?" Ted asked.Nancy said, "We would like the scouts to be a larger party with the plan of moving forward leaving signs for the rest to follow as we have been doing. The goal would be to find a place to spend at least the winter. Once found, that party would start building. We're thinking fifteen or twenty pairs not to include Millie and Fred. Their studying needs the slower.