This chick plays basketball for the University of Ottawa. I used to tease Nadeeya for her westernized ways and we argued endlessly over things. I wou...ldn’t say I considered Nadeeya a friend because we butted heads over issues of religion and politics. Nevertheless, I was raised to be polite and a true Muslim sister greets her Muslim sisters, even the wayward ones. Walking up to Nadeeya, I greeted her warmly. Nadeeya smiled at me, and we ended up walking together to the nearest bus stop. For. ...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 I met seemed to. "Before you loose it, I want you to switch places for the last few strokes. You can let the first surge go in her but the next surge I want all over her," he grinned wickedly. After a little break we will switch.I tug on the rope, which only causes Brad to scold me. "Need to get these a little tighter." He takes the loop through the cutout, unties it, and yanks it tight. "There now, let's start."I two Brad has picked for me are the scummiest of the lot. It is hard to imagine they have ever. The puppies were growing up and learning their trade. She had called them stupid, but they weren’t. They were proving they were just as smart as their parents. Sometimes she felt like a puppy. Her mind drifted back to Frank. He made her feel like a puppy.She remembered kissing him. She hadn’t meant to, but the urge had been overpowering for some reason. She remembered riding way too fast away from him, the taste of his lips on hers, slightly salty. She had been astonished that she’d done that..