Pauline's Ass - You are far away in college but get all my best farts anyway PART 2 wmv

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You are far away in college but get all my best farts anyway PART 2 wmv

Title: Pauline's Ass - You are far away in college but get all my best farts anyway PART 2 wmv



Subtitle: A phone call with a step-son turns into an intense fart session.



As the phone rang, Pauline winced slightly, her massive ass cheeks shaking with each passing second. She hurriedly picked up the phone, hoping it wasn't anyone important. Her stepson's voice echoed through the receiver, and she took a deep breath to compose herself.



"Hey, kiddo," she said, trying to sound casual despite the fact that she could barely speak through her mounting gas. "What's up?"



Her son's voice sounded distant and slightly worried. "I just wanted to hear your voice, Pauline. I miss you."



Pauline felt a pang of guilt wash over her. She knew she'd been neglecting her family since she'd moved away for college. "I'm sorry, honey. I've been super busy with schoolwork."



As she spoke, a long, low rumble escaped her ass, echoing through the phone line. "Oh, uh, sorry about that," she mumbled, trying to cover up the sound.



Her son laughed nervously on the other end. "Don't worry about it. I'm just glad you called."



Pauline forced a smile, trying to ignore the growing pressure in her gut. "Yeah, well, I'm glad we caught up too."



The conversation continued, with Pauline doing her best to act normal despite the increasingly loud farts that punctuated every sentence. She made small talk about school and work, her voice growing more strained with each passing minute.



As the call dragged on, Pauline began to feel more and more self-conscious. Her stomach was so distended that she could barely breathe, and she was starting to sweat from the effort of holding in her gas.



Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her son spoke up. "Hey, Pauline, I've gotta go. My roommate's coming back any minute."



Pauline let out a sigh of relief. "Alright, kid. Give me a call next week, yeah?"



Before he could reply, she hung up the phone, gasping for breath. Her ass cheeks were still trembling from the intense farting session, and she could feel the warmth of the gas spreading through her abdomen.



As she collapsed onto her bed, exhausted, Pauline couldn't help but wonder how her son was doing. She hoped he wasn't too disappointed that she hadn't mentioned her gassy condition.



But deep down, she knew that he was probably lying in bed, phone still in hand, his heart racing with excitement as he relived every moment of their conversation—and every single fart.

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