Here they come. I gently eased up my fleshy right cheek, putting all the weight on my leftie and, focusing on the effort, pushed out a fart.PftIt was ... fluff. A real airy one. Not much to write home about and I soon settled back in waiting for Mark to text back. He was a bit slow tonight, so I decided to try again with my cabbie. I opened my mouth ready to ask him if he had a nice day yesterday when the smell hit me. Oof, that was silent but very very deadly. I decided to keep my mouth. It was a good fit for me. It provided me structure and pushed me physically.It helped me grow a lot. I got out of basic being 6'1 and 180 pounds of muscle.I deployed with my unit to Desert Shield/Storm (part 1) in August of 1990.After 8 miserable months in the desert we deployed home.We arrived home the middle of April. The command had promised to set up block leave for units returning, but it would take some time to figure out the schedule. Being a Wednesday, they said we needed to do some. Rana sat down in the leather armchair and crossed her legs. As she did, he caught a glimpse up her skirt and saw her hot pink panties. He wasn't very subtle and got caught in the act, when he looked up from her legs she was looking directly into his eyes. Now his mind was working overtime on what was up her skirt and his hard-on began to grow more causing a tent in his shorts. He sat up to hide it, but ended up fidgeting to get comfortable with the mass trying to escape. Dr. Rana adjusted her. I did notice that just seconds after he did whatever it was he got hornier than fuck, and his cock started to ooze pre-cum. Gene and I were now out of our mind’s hot and horny, so I once again began to suck him fast for a couple of minutes. I didn’t care if I made him cum quick, because now I wanted his sex seeds in my mouth or in my ass. Then, as I thought about getting fucked, I stood up and we went into the living room. Once we were there, Gene did some more of whatever it was in the little.