We were compelled to compress ourselves into the rock, the earth, even the clay around us to get in, until we fused and melded and became clay and roc... ourselves.I led the way in, flowing through the opening like water through limestone, and Christine followed, wriggling, nervous and awkward. The walls pressed hard against us as we entered. They whispered and hissed and menaced, deathly and cold, threatening to digest us and tear us apart.There was barely room to get through this opening, and. ” I felt ashamed though I continued stroking my uncles cock. His lips were all over me; on my lips, my neck, my tits, everywhere. “OOhhhh Sumaaa…. Kuthiyyaaa… You are playing with ur uncles cockk…. Make mee happy randii….. Aaj tujhe chodkar hi rahungaa…. Mmmm….” He pushed 2 fingers into my snatch. “OOhhhh Uncleeee NNNOOOO……” I screamed. He had inserted till his knuckles in one push and started finger fucking me hardly. I made my hand movement fast hoping to make him cum before he would fuck me. Instead he came out with an unusual response. “I want to cum on your face” He boldly pronounced. “I mean, if you'll let me....” I was shocked that he didn't want to fuck me, but nodded. Whatever I could do to satisfy this old mans fantasy. He could see I was confused, and attempted to explain. “I just want to see your face, I want a memory to take with me. These things don't happen anymore and I have always wanted to cum on a beautiful young girls face” I liked this. The idea of this man. It had been six months since her last sexual encounter, and she missed it with every fibre of her being, she missed the smell of a male body, she missed the warmth when she got between the cold sheets of her bed at night, the feel of a mans body next to hers, touching, licking, biting, she missed it all.Absently her hands went to her breasts and she felt them beneath her fingertips, the nipples swelling slightly with her touch and the cool breeze, she caught her breath and looked around.