Oh hey. You catch me at home, eating my dinner. I wasn't expecting you home so early. I look at you with lust in my eyes. My hand drops to my leggings and I start rubbing myself through the fabric, looking at your body and nice thoughts entering my mind. My dinner is forgotten, left to wait for my lust to subside. But it has given me something extra - it has built up the gas inside of me. Oh no. I really need to fart! I hope you are not going to be angry with me. The fart pops out of me, I laugh, as you look so shocked. This one is okay, it is not too smelly. Your reaction surprises me, you turn towards me, and you have a big bulge in your pants. You are excited by me rubbing myself? Or did you enjoy the accidental fart? I will try to work this out. I keep rubbing, enjoying the feeling of my tits under my shirt. I push out a noisy fart, I see the bulge in your pants get bigger. So you like my smelly butt? I can give you plenty of that, to keep us both horny and happy...