Her generous bosom (at least 36C by your reckoning) is barely held back, and barely concealed, by a tiny white bikini. The straps gently biting into h...r supple flesh. Pink nipples lie just visible behind the thin fabric. She is sitting back with her legs just slightly enough apart that the thong can be seen delving into cleft between her cheeks. The material rises up in an attempt to cover the mound of her...oh man, you can't take this anymore.Frustration boils over and you mutter, "Gods above,. "Go on ... have whatever you want! My name's Luke, by the way." She took out a sandwich in a plastic container and a bar of chocolate."Thanks, Luke. I'm Fran..." she replied, before setting about devouring the sandwich."And if you reach round behind the seat, there's a flask with coffee."Although she was obviously hungry, she ate quite slowly. When the food was gone, she undid her seatbelt so that she could turn in her seat to reach the flask."Do you want me to save you some, Luke?" No, you're. Firstly they were surprise to see me as an in charge for that project since I was just 29 years old and probably too young to handle big projects.After our discussion, I was not able to forget the lady and called her on her mobile for some fake queries of project and invited for dinner although she seemed reluctant I insisted her for a nice dinner. In the mean time I made arrangement for good candlelight dinner, enquired about nice vintage wine and dissert. When she arrived she was surprised. FART!"Well, who am I to keep a boy waiting?Thrupppblaaaaaart!I could feel my wind juddering against his trapped truncheon and God did it feel good! Tossing my head back, I roared at the ceiling, feeling my pussy flood with excitement. It was such a turn on to sit on his boner and fart away like a trooper.PPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLRTTTTTTT!I rattled another one out, feeling his rigid dick strain at my crack. My arsehole puckered and not just with the farts...with excitement too. It's always been an exit,.