"Everything was packed away and the five of us pulled out of the campground and onto the road heading for our next stop.We would be spending time with...my mother's youngest sibling, Ron and his wife, Gretchen. We stopped at a grocery store and replenished our supplies. We pulled into our campground for the weekend and set our RV at our new site just before lunch. Ron, his wife, and their two teens would join us for the afternoon and supper. We had sandwiches for lunch and prepared for the. Then it was Mom's turn. Her bulging breasts bubbled as the torch toasted them, and the nipples, like Marshall's, were destroyed, burnt until they looked like overcooked marshmallows at a cookout. Clearly, the pain was excruciating, but Mom stoically muffled her screams. Nora played the flame lightly up and down Mom's inner thighs, making her spread her legs. Nora actually laughed at the sight of her mother squirming with a stick up her ass. Next Nora waved the flame across the lower. I should have rested for a day in Lisbon but given the events and the escalating rhetoric in the local media, I thought it best if I left ASAP.The local media was pressing for an interview. Then there were others demanding to know how this could happen in their diverse city. Then there was other group demanding that I be held responsible for agitating the extreme factions of the populace under obscure laws that had been put into place.My plane was being readied for takeoff and the flight plans. Thebedroom door opened and it was Sheila and Annie, walking in. They wereher friends from the bar.At first, I was humiliated that these two beautiful women would see melike this, but they were as complimentary as Jane was about how Ilooked. Sheila was especially pleased with my hair since she was theone who had picked out the rinse. It turned out that she was ahairdresser and would later have me in her salon getting a cut and aperm.But it was Annie that insisted that I put on some makeup to.