Just came back from a date and I'm feeling a little naughty. Maybe it's the way these shiny leggings hug my curves or maybe it's the secret that's been building up all evening. I just can't hold it in any longer. Yes, I'm talking about letting out some incredibly naughty farts. And guess what? I don't even care if my step-son is listening on the other end of the phone. In fact, the thought of him hearing turns me on even more. Watch as I shamelessly let one rip after another, not realizing that my step-son is over an earful. But what happens when I realize I never actually hung up the phone? Oops! Did he hear everything? There's nothing like a good, loud fart to remind you that family ties can lead to the most forbidden thrills.