Just my face sticking out and my hard dick forming a ridge under the rubber.No time was wasted.Immediately a black rubber hose was placed over my rubb...red nose and mouth and held down hard as the Clausens harness was very tightly connected behind my head to the 6 attachment points on the mask.The mask smelt strongly of rubber.I loved this smell.I had loved it since c***dhood and it never failed to excite me.There was also a wonderful feel of the pressure of this heavy mask around my mouth and. Ghar sirf ek hi kamre ka tha aur ek chotta sa kitchen tha aur uske saamne baramda tha. Baramde mein nanaji so jaate the. Aur mama mami room mein chouki pe aur main kitchen mein. Mami, mama aur nanaji tino hi mujhe bahut pyar karte the kyunki main hoshiyar tha. Aur un sabka koi naa koi kaam kar hi deta tha. Mami ke saath bhi bahut ghul mil gaya tha. Usko meri school college ki baatein sun ne mein bahut accha lagta. Hansi mazak bhi hota aur raat ko mama, main aur mami kabhi ludo, abhi carrom aur. I place my hands on her head and stop her. I feel my body go rigid. She looks up at me, confused, and I pull her closer to me. She crawls back up my body and snuggles with me, putting her head on my breasts.“What’s wrong?” she asks.“I’ve never done this before.”“You could have fooled me,” she laughs.“I know you want me to be strong and dominant and -”“I want to be of service,” she purrs. I feel her hand glide over my thigh and two fingers tease my clit. I gasp. “Let me be of service.” Her. He’d been wandering through the mountains since he was my age and had learned a lot.I read a lot, too. Aunt Jane taught me to love reading. They sure had a huge library for an isolated ranch. Uncle Bob taught me how to read a map. A book on surveying taught me how to make one. The books on geology and mineralogy fascinated me. With the aid of Uncle Bob’s old army compass I started mapping out the valleys up the river, including the elevations. That’s how I found the old mine.It was early July.