Just then my husband, by the way his name is cliff, had the greatest idea. He announced to everyone how cool he thought that was and he wanted to do i...t again so he could video it. Wow.... I was impressed with his quick thinking!! So once again, he turns around and heads up river. Only this time the waves are much bigger and choppier. The bounces and bumps were alot rougher. With each bounce, you could hear some squeals from the girls as they were trying to keep control and not piss themselves.. .will you...just....do...it?" What?" I asked, nose wrinkling and eyebrow raising "On your face like?" PLEASE!!"Giggling, and somewhat red-faced, I made a promise I would. My, this was a strange one I thought but before long I was making sure I was eating all the don'ts on my IBS list before meeting up with Craig just so I had plenty of gas in the tank!In the end, Craig and I split up. But it wasn't long before I learnt that he wasn't alone in this fart fetish I once found so weird. ALL the men. Tré put one of his hands on the back of her head and pushed his dick deeper into her mouth. It touched her tonsils. Sasha relaxed her throat and swallowed his eight inches like it was nothing. Tré moaned and bucked his hips forward.She pulled his dick out and swallowed it again. Her nose rested on the tiny patch of pubic hair above his dick. Sasha massaged his nutts with her hands. Soon, she sensed that he was close to reaching his peak. She stopped before he climaxed and kissed the head. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it, her breath reeked and something deep inside me kept me from allowing it to happen. “Olivia, no.” by now it was well into the night and tomorrow was approaching fast, “why don’t I bring you home ok?”“No!” she slurred, “I wanna stay!” I sighed and grabbed her arm, intending to spin her around and drag her out of here, but somehow our feet tangled and I ended up toppling backwards into the sand with her on top of me. The breath was driven from my lungs and I.