I’m am no Boy Scout type of guy, and I surely ain’t the outdoors type, as roughing it outside to me was talking junk out with my friends in the fr...ont yard after dark.My plane had just landed, I hope to get back home with my fragile dignity still somehow intact, as my hidden lust for my Aunt was something I don’t expect to be able to hide from her, for very long. Looking at my Aunt was like looking at Jennifer Aniston, only she wasn’t an actress, she worked hard on the ranch daily meaning, she. She used to get very excited at the idea of turning me into a 'chick with a dick' complete with breasts not as large as her 38Ds but still comparable. There was even talk of her possibly expanding our 'family' to include her daughter (she was 14 at the time of my cuckolding) in the lifestyle and getting her to find, conquer and convert another a man for herself into something akin to what Deidre was planning for me. I found both fantasies most attractive, especially the thought of integrating. Just a few millimeters. I swallowed that first pinch of hair. He picked up another pinch from the other side of his dick and repeat.Sai: Your hunger is fulfilled. Men need someone like you bitch. I am truly happy to have you here.Me: Pass me a bottle of water, please.He passed me and I drank some water to clear my mouth of the hair. He moved away and lay beside me. Slowly sucking my nipples, “Now, wanna make you preggy.”Me: Ummm I wish to lactate in fact.Sai: I wish you did. Would have been fun. He's incredibly lucky to be alive. We've had some severe weather already. Did he say what the state of his supplies is? How much longer does he think he can hold on there?" Not much longer, I'm afraid. He said he's near the end of his food and stove fuel. Maybe another week, possibly more if he goes on short rations, but he can't cut back much or he won't survive the cold." Right. We'll get a rescue flight in there, right away. One more favor. You said you completed a low level survey grid over.