No, she wasn't beautiful, she was fucking beautiful. There are degrees of beauty. Janet was at the pinnacle of my degrees. She was fucking beautiful. ... always was a sucker for a pretty face and she drew me to her like the proverbial moth. Her face wasn't all that sucked me in, though. She was thin and her frame was almost perfect, too. She had small breasts and thin hips and a skinny ass. I can remember how I looked at her when we met. I remember seeing how the line of her jaw met her. I want to sniff her farts."So, I was chilling in my bus, drinking a mountain dew, and my manager called and told me that girl was here. I told him to let her in. She came walking in and damn, she looked hot as hell. I said, "Hey, you sexy girl, come sit on DarkViperFartSniffer 's lap, and tell me your name." She said, "Well, you big stud, my name is Scarlet, and I had this dream of farting on the face of a rocker like you." I was stunned. She strateled me and proceeded to get out a pair of pink. He emailed that he was on the way and would be there in 20 min. I used that time to work my larger butt plug in and put on some shorts and a tee shirt.The next thing I knew I was nervously answering the door and letting him into my place. He was about 5 foot 10, muscled, fit, and looked me up and down like I was a piece of meat, with a smirk on his lips. I told him my name and asked his and he just said "just call me sir". I led him into the living room and asked him if he wanted a drink or. It was a marvelous and exciting feeling. I started to rub against her. Joan bent her knees and reached around and gently guided my expectant member into her vagina.The sensation of entering a woman for the first time was, and is, an event really beyond the scope of words. It was warm, wet, velvety and a thousand other wonderful words. I knew what to do and I started thrusting. Ever the wise woman that she is, Joan wrapped her legs around my bottom to keep from falling out. Being.