Diya ir pura land meri gand k ander de diya meri sanse ani band ho gyi thi tabhi vicky ne lund nikala or meri jaan me jaan ayi thodi der baad Vicky ne... dubara munhe ghodi banaya ab me b lund lene k liye teyar thi uakw fir se Thodi c thuk lagai kr fir ek hi baari me apna pura kund meri gaand me de diya me ab gand me lund mwhsoos karne lagi usne meri gaand marni start kar Vo meri gand par jor jlr se zayme laga ran ha tha aak Vicky ka stamjna kamal ka lag raha tha vo pure josh me tha me b oura. .." I sighed in my mind.Then a really loud echoey fart boomed from within the bowl."Phew, light a match, hey!" She chuckled waving her hand infront of her face.A heavy foul smell started to fill the room. I don't know what that girl eats but it's never good to go into the bathroom for at least an hour after she's been, and here I am in it whilst she is!"Pardon me!" She snorts as another loud booming fart escapes into the bowl below her.With that, she stood up and teared a strip of toilet roll. I was not sure exactly what that meant, but what the hell. They lived in an apartment complex with a pool and clubhouse. We went swimming in the pool and I got a look at Sylvia. Tim and Sylvia are about 30 years old. She was about five foot five and a little over weight with big tits, wide hips, and a very cute face. She had long chestnut hair. Her suit was cut low in the front to show a lot of cleavage and I enjoyed the view (always a big-boob admirer). We went back to their place and had. Instead he decided to scout some bars and look for a roving-eyed office girl or an out-of-town woman thinking she was missing home nookie. But he never got to do that prospecting.During his lunch break that day, Sunny was completing his brisk three-quarter mile walk on a circuit on Athlone’s waterfront and walked up to his usual seat to see it was partly occupied by a woman who was well dressed wearing dark sunglasses and had her legs open.Sunny slowed to lengthen the time he had to view up her.