Three days earlier, a bomb had gone off and I sought shelter in an underground bunker. The grief of being separated from the others and wondering what the state of the world above ground was beginning to take its toll. My breathing is strained and I am on the verge of hyperventilating in the gasmask. Feeling that it was safe to disrobe from My protective rubber suit, I slowly begin peeling off the neoprene rubber gloves and eventually take off the gasmask. With a limited air supply and being isolated, the grief of My situation is making Me feel incredibly horny. After a quick rumm... Show more