." She continues to groan in pleasure, "I can't seem to smell any of my lovely gas, though I'm sure that's 'cos your getting to smell it all! Hmmm..."...I suddenly realise that she's holding me to her ass with one hand and with the other hand she's fingering herself."Oh my god, she really IS getting off on this!" I think to myself in shock.The ordeal lasts for what feels like ages. I suffer a few more sudden farts from her, at one point I even nearly pass out from the heavy foul stench that. "Papa is very happy," I replied as I picked up my big boyand put him on my lap.My six-year-old daughter, Rachael, joined him on my otherlap. In another chair, Heidi was crocheting. Except for thefact that we were emaciated, it was a typical domesticscene, one that Heidi and I had hopes for before that madman began this stupid war.Suddenly there was a knock on our front door. Calmly I wentto it and opened it up. Four SS solders were therebrandishing rifles behind their officer who was. We both agreed that it hadn’t been going that well so far. (Of course, I didn’t mention the wild scene in Pam’s room only an hour earlier).Maybe I was just horny because of what had happened with Pam; maybe I was intoxicated by the intimate sweetness of the long heart-to-heart talk Beth and I were having. Maybe it was the beauty of her deep blue eyes and the sexiness of her full, pouting lips. Whatever it was, I completely stepped “out of the box” of being the polite, sweet ex-boyfriend. I. My tongue and lips teamed up to take her quickly to her first of what I hoped to be many orgasms. When she was satisfied her feet dropped to the floor and she was sitting up, looking at my face which was covered with her special glaze."Now it's your turn!" she giggled as she slid to the floor and slipped my throbbing flesh into her mouth, all in one quick and sexual motion. Her mouth did magic to me and all too soon, I was unloading into her mouth and throat. Having eagerly taken every drop.