A Gassy Surprise for the College Boy
As the video started playing, I couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over me. It brought back memories of my own college days, where I spent countless hours studying in the library or hanging out with friends. Little did I know that one day, my own step-son would be experiencing those same moments and feeling the same way.
Shifting in my chair, I leaned closer to the screen, eager to hear what Pauline had to say. She looked absolutely radiant sitting on that green fuzzy chair - her shiny leopard print pants highlighting her bloated figure perfectly. A small smile curled at the corner of my lips as I watched her struggle to hold in her farts while talking on the phone.
"Oh, honey," I whispered under my breath, "you have no idea what you're in for."
As Pauline's gasps and moans grew louder, I found myself transfixed by the sheer audacity of it all. Here she was, flat-out ignoring her step-son's pleas for attention while she indulged in some seriously gassy fun. It was almost... arousing.
"Oh my god," I breathed, "I can't believe she's doing this right now."
The more Pauline farted, the more turned on I became. It was like watching a master artist create a piece - each fart more intricate and beautiful than the last. I couldn't help but imagine my step-son, alone in his dorm room, listening to every single one of those farts with bated breath.
"That's my girl," I murmured, feeling a strange mix of pride and lust stirring within me.
As the video ended and I reluctantly pulled away from the computer screen, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe for Pauline. She had always been a bit of a wild card, but this took things to a whole new level. And while I knew that this was something she should probably keep hidden from my husband (and their son), I couldn't help but feel a tiny bit proud of her for being so... well, herself.
"You know," I said with a small smile, sitting down at my own computer to search for more videos like this one, "you're quite the tease, Pauline."
