Her fingers swept over the backs of my legs and down inside my thighs, lightly, barely more pressure than a breath. And then I felt her actual breath ...on the backs of my balls which must have showed between my legs. The she blew between my legs, up my perineum. She took a deep breath there and I heard her moan softly. Then I jumped because I felt the wetness of her tongue press behind my balls. She laid both hands on my butt and nuzzled in, licking, murmuring. My cock grew even harder. She was. Concentrating on her voiding as much as she could, she was able to flush more of her juices from her body. As the level in the suit increased, she opened her lips as much as the plaster prison would allow. Her steaming hot piss trickled into her mouth. As horrible as it tasted, she was thankful for the fluid she was able to suck in.The quiet of the mummification was broken by the sounds of breaking and ripping.She felt the outer covering of her plaster tomb breaking away and tearing away from. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.Her little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in, 'Mom let's run through the rain, 'She said.'What?' Mom asked.'Let's run through the rain!' She repeated.'No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit, ' Mom replied.This young child waited a minute. Treb’s face reddened and scowled.“How old is the boy now? Why do you never bring him to visit?” Tygus asked.“He has only eight Long Nights.” Syg replied stiffly. “He is still a small boy.”John closed a hand around Treb’s arm, when the young man opened his mouth.“Don’t.” He hissed quietly.“You should bring him next time.” Tygus moved back to his chair. “He could learn much, here.”Sygraid bowed. “It may be some time before I return.”Tygus fell into his chair with horrific flatulence.“Some time?.
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