“Cover the other eye and let’s see how it looks,” she said politely. She followed the same steps, and when I looked down, the other eye got its ...hare of cleavage. Again, she had to remind me to look up. At that point I was hoping she would not look down because something was developing and I seemed to have no control to prevent it. Then she held a small ruler across the bridge of my nose and went through the same routine but without the flashlight. She invited me to look down, left, right, up. Groves had always loved Debbie's pert little boobs with her hard nipples which always seem to be sticking out through whatever it was she was wearing.Debbie unfastened her skirt and slid it over her slender hips. It fell to the ground pooling around her feet and Mr. Groves took a deep shaky breath as she began to tug at her lacy little knickers.She shot him a little peek and then turned to walk into the bathroom. Mr. Groves again followed her, but remained in the doorway watching as she. Hedidn't know what to do, and just stood there watching for nearly fiveminutes as he continued to uncontrollably break wind, and his backsidegrew to huge proportions.Then he had an idea, and he ran to the bathroom, feeling his thighs rubtogether and his mammoth ass swing from side to side as he did. Heripped open the medicine cabinet, and nearly cried in gratitude onseeing the anti-gas tablets in there. He ripped the cap off the bottle,and chugged the contents, sticking his head under the tap. The matrass was squeaking like a pig in heat and each time Hugo’s head hit the headboard of the bed you could hear “Bong.. bong… bong”. Other sounds were more muffled, like the “Splish splosh” sound of Larry’s dick getting in and out. Or Hugo encouraging Larry to continue, saying: “Mmmmh, oh yeah, aaahhh…”. All that noise had even made the parrot silent. Larry's studio appartment wasn't all that big. To have some privacy he had placed a paper screen to divide his bed from the rest of the room..