“Yes Master, I am a Fartopotamus with floppy tits too,” I said.“It isn’t enough to hear it from you. Show us,” he said.I reached behind my b...ack and held my ass cheeks apart and blew a fart. I’d been practicing farting on command in the motorhome because he loved to make me and his mom do it for his amusement. He liked to watch our actual assholes open and close. There was raucous laughter when I did that. Carmen and Myra seemed less than amused though and Madre never cracked a smile on her. Her current boyfriend took her virginity and she had seen it plenty of times. She hadn’t even seen her father’s that night or any other time before it. She desperately wants to touch it, to see what it is like, but it’s not what she wants. She knows what she wants and who, but ... she keeps moving forward until she is standing right in front of it.To be honest, Tova really just wants to see what it is like to experience something different. A little touch or a couple strokes won’t hurt. I would do that “hands on” if I could get at his system. I knew I could count on Mel to distract him.The guy lived in a rat-hole off the Rue Rene Binet near the rail yards. It was a typical place in the 18th meaning disreputable. The outside looked like it had once been a local patisserie. They had boarded up the windows.The character I was playing would not stand on the street knocking on the door. So as soon as the cab dropped us off, I called his number. When he answered I ripped into him. .. the deeply indented navel appeared."Ike... !!!! IKE I WON'T STAND FOR IT. I WON'T PUT UP WITH IT!!!!!" Tricia tried to break away from him, kicking her legs out and struggling to get up. But Ike pushed her back down and resumed his stripping of her helpless young genitals. Smiling into the camera, and watching his activities on the television screen, he rolled the panties down a little further. The softly curling hairs of Tricia's pubic mound appeared, first the soft white lower belly and.