As much as Amy despised the reality of the situation right now, she couldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, or deny the facts. Guessing who farted this time was easy, painfully easy in fact, because it was a fart smell that she had gotten VERY acquainted with more than once. A smell that her nostrils could pick out from a fart cloud produced by every woman here, a smell that she had grown to dread. A smell whose ass she had grew to avoid. An ass whose owner she had learned to fear with every fiber of both her being and pride as a farter. The one who farted in her face was.
"Nicole." Amy answered with shame, embarrassment, and disgust clear in her voice.
Jessica and her friends burst into a ruckus of laughter, born from amusement and mockery. Some were doubled over in laugher, others were farting as they laughed, and others still were doing both. But the quietest, and most dreadful, was Nicole. Who rubbed her sweaty, smelly ass on Amy's face and let loose a small fart.
"Aw," she said as her squeaky ripper permeated the teens face, "I'm so touched that you remember my fart stink, Fart Face. You must've really liked them." She said coyly and slyly as her nauseous emission ended and she somewhat removed her ass from Amy's face.
Amy silently gagged, but refused to give her mother or Nicole any satisfaction. So, with caution as the blindfold was removed and her vision was once again filled with half naked women, she asked. "What now?"
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