STORY:There were a lot of guys talking to me tonight at the bar. Theywere all buying me drinks and trying to kiss on me. All of themwere really, reall...y hott and buff muscle Men. Some of them evenwore tight shirts to show off how big and strong they were. ThenI saw you. You looked so cute sitting at the bar drinking all byyourself. I knew you were the Man I wanted to go home withtonight. I had to come and talk to you. You looked so sexy. Ifelt a connection between us, like we were meant to talk. "No, no, let me try blowing on it." She said, pushing her hand against my forehead, making me lean back.I looked up at her, a puzzled look on my face as she stared at me with a big playful grin.I suddenly realised what she meant, as she let rip a fart on the toilet seat.It rattled so loudly under her asshole and the porcelain."Ahhh that's better!" She laughed, as another, slightly quieter fart rattled its way out.I just looked up at her, like a puppy dog."Sorry, you can kiss it some more now.". ”At this point I was burning to ask her, didn’t Donald suspect anything? Didn’t he notice that your pussy and thighs were slick with other men’s semen? On the other hand, she was on a roll, and I didn’t want to risk some kind of shame reaction on her part that would interrupt this fascinating story. I needn’t have worried, because she answered my questions before I could even ask them.“It was especially easy for me, too, because Donald was completely clueless about my liaisons. He did notice. I pressed the second ball against her delicate ass hole and pushed it in. Her cries turned to guttural moans as I continued to insert the remaining balls. I could see her pussy juice as it dripped down onto the carpet beneath her. Finally I had all seven balls in her ass. I guided Mrs. Graph to a standing position. I leaned in from behind her and kissed her softly on her neck. I could feel the heat radiating from her flesh as she continued to breath heavily. I took her hand as I walked around.