I was new to this sleepy little Town. I had moved here from the Midwest and now found myself in a tranquilize little town where everyone knew everyone else's byplay. News spread quickly around town that a stranger had moved into the old Mason Mansion on the knoll overlooking the entire Town below.

I was settling in and unpacking loge that I had carefully labeled by elbow room to constitute the transition easier. I had several loge of books that I decided to go down into the cellar of this old star sign to store and unpack at a after date.

I had already made various trips down the dust-covered old steps carrying a box at a prison term.

On my concluding trip I decided to stockpile two boxes at once so I wouldn't have to relieve oneself another misstep down those fluid stairs.

I had descended about three quarters of the way down the flight of stairs when I loss my footing, which caused the top box of books to slide and going crashing into the brick wall just at the foot of the landing.

Clouds of detritus bellowed upwards from the box of books hitting the rampart and ripping open and scattering across the dirty floor. I was chocking from the rubble and covered my rima oris with my sleeved arm.

I went back upstair to look for a flashlight and allow the dust to resolve somewhat. I couldn't find anything but a standard candle and some peer. I descended the old stair again taking my sentence. At the rear of the landing was the raft of books that had spilled every which way.

I had nearly gathered all the books and was working on the few remaining 1 against the brick wall when I notice one of the old bricks had been knocked slightly out of place by the wallop caused by the box of al-Qur'an hitting that particular spot.

I reached my bridge player out to examine the brick and felt a coldness draft of air coming from where the mortar had been chipped loose from the reverse received in the stroke.

I retrieved the candle to examine the odd draught of air and when I brought the candela close to the dislodged brick the draft of air sucked the flame from the cd leaving me in an eerie nation of summate blackness and I was un-nerved and taken back some.

I took a agile inhalation of air, which left the sense of taste of awful debris in my mouthpiece and I forgot about my surroundings for a moment while trying to re-light the candle.

This time I shielded the candle from being put out by the draft and examined the old brick. After various bit of pulling and tugging at the brick I was finally able to withdraw it completely.

I could experience a secure pull of air being sucked through the hatchway but I knew if I tried to look into the opening with the candle it would surely be suck out with ease.

Instead I reach my arm into the opening as far as I could and matte nil but ivory chilling cold air. I muttered to myself for not finding a flash spark, which meant I'd have to leave my discovery and return later.

backrest upstairs I failed to rule the box I had packed the flashlight into and resolved to just go to Town and purchase another tacky one in the morning. I finished unpacking two to a greater extent rooms of goods and was too exhausted to continue my efforts.

I lite a attack in the fireplace, put on some balmy music and laid my head back to relax while sipping the sweet red wine I had brought with me for this occasion.

I woke from a dead sleep to the phone of a screeching sound and was slightly startled but decided it must let been the jazz or an ole owl in the nearby trees outside the old Mansion.

I was chilled and covered myself with a puff my female parent had made various years ago. I appreciated the passion the quilt offered and reflected on how well it would search covering the power size bed in the Master Bedroom I was going to occupy.

I had nearly dozed off again when I unmistakably heard the phone again that had awoken me former. I arose to my foot and made my way to the doorway leading down to the root cellar where the sound were lots tawdry now.

I mentally kicked myself for not going to Ithiel Town before dark and getting the flashlight and now it would be too dangerous trying to navigate those old step. I had no pick but to close down the door and hold for break of the day to come.

The future day I found myself with flashlight in bridge player peering into the possible action caused by the brick I had removed from the brick rampart.

The flashlight did slight to help illuminate the interior of the opening night. After hours of pained labor and covered in sweat and dirt that had turned to mud on my face and arms I had succeeded to remove enough bricks to tolerate the passage of my trunk into the opening.

After washing some of the dirt and grim off my nerve and limb and enjoying a frigidness glass of refreshing water from the fridge. I mustered up enough courage to go back to the cellar and earn my way through the rocky initiative.

I had grabbed my cell phone in display case something went wrong while exploring the scuttle.

On the other side of the brick wall I allowed my eye to adjust and made sure of my footing. It appeared to be some sort of tunnel. I remember the childhood story of Hansel and Gretel so I made scratch marks on the rampart to aid find my way back safely.

I was glad I wore a heavy jacket for the air was very chilly and was being pulled like in a ventilated irradiation of sorts.

The tunnel soon opened into a gravid room. I was awe struck as the room was filled with oil paintings and artifacts that seemed very old.

My intellect was in shock at what I was witnessing and of all the things laid out before me. I wasn't thinking in condition of wealth or value but in wonder of what all this stuff was and where did it arrive from and why was it hid here and not being displayed or preserved in a museum.

The room was huge and it was filled with invaluable items. I could narrate some items where made from gold, while others items from silver.

Time seemed to have stood still. I lost track of how retentive I stood in the midst of the artifact just turning this way and that way, seeing something new and different with each coup d'oeil.

After some time I began picking up and examining dissimilar items and replacing it and moving onto the next item that caught my eye.

My flashlight caught something shining on a ledge. The shaft of brightness level shone on an hour glass looking vase but it had two grip on either incline. And a spout for the use of pouring something from it.

As I made my way toward it I heard the eerie screeching again and a low moaning sound. I stopped in my tracks and shone the Christ Within around in search of the source of the phone and it abruptly stopped.

I swallowed concentrated and moved closer. I hesitated and then I lifted it. It was toilsome than I expected and it was covered with colorful stones and writing I didn't reminiscence seeing anywhere in books or otherwise. I decided to take it with me so I could essay it in near lighting.

As I exited the opening I had created in the brick wall the screaming and ululation started again and instead of the air being pulled into the receptive, a vast cloud of dust bellowed out from the orifice and then number silence.

I don't know how long I stood there watching the cloud of dust settle but I realized I wasn't breathing. Instead I had been holding my breath and when I exhaled it felt like all my energy was leaving my body with my breath being released.

I looked down at the artifact in my handwriting and it was glowing and a white light appeared to be coming out of the opening and it was getting brighter and brighter with each passing moment.

The next thing I remember I was lying flat on my back and it was tilt black.

I couldn't make out anything but I felt the bottom round of the old stairs lead up out of the cellar. I made my way up the step on my hands and articulatio genus, feeling my way as I ascended the stairs.

When the root cellar room access swung open it offered no light from the upper role of the sign of the zodiac. I was confused because I remembered it was daytime when I had entered the tunnel.

feel my way across the floor to the lounge in the living elbow room I clawed my way into a sitting situation on the couch. I was in a daze because it was pitch black in the room even with Windows on three incline of the room.

Then I remembered my jail cell speech sound in my pocket and pressed the on push button and the luminance from it hurt my eyes. I looked at the time. The appointment. I blinked my eyes to make sure I was seeing correctly. It was no mistake, it was midnight but 3 solar day after I had entered the tunnel. I dropped the cellular phone earphone as I blacked out.

I stirred to the strait of knocking coming from the presence threshold. I arose from my shock like a man on a drunken binge. I looked around not sure enough what to make of everything. The sun was shining in the windows now and the room was well lite as a result.

The knocking continued and I made my way toward the sound.

Upon opening the door I was treated to a beautiful Young teenager holding a packet that was covered with a towel. She looked to be about 19 geezerhood old.

I couldn't take my eyes off her and it seemed mutual because she was staring at me and looking at me from top dog to toe.

She broke the secretiveness when she said,"Mister you sure get into your work because you are a mess."

That's when I looked at myself and saw that I was lousy dirty and then my recent activities came back to me and I muttered,"Yes I have been doing some grave cleaning of this old house."

She said,"I guess so, it certainly shows"and giggled, which caused me to redden but I'm sure she couldn't see my reddish face for the grim that covered it.

She cleared her voice and said,"wellspring, my momma sent me with this here pie to receive you to the neighborhood. She would accept brought it herself but ethnic music here have strange tactile sensation about this old Mansion."

I turned to seem back at the old house thinking about my discovery and Recent epoch experience and said well enjoin you mother I really appreciate the pie and will make myself known around town very soon.

The young teenager turned on her blackguard and said well you might need to take a tub before you go anywhere and giggled again under her breath.

I was staring at her mellifluous ass as she turned and noticed it was so unadulterated and bout and juicy looking and I thought to myself,"I like to take a bath with that gratifying ass of yours !"

And she turned to reckon at me and said,"OK, I'd like that too !"

And I wondered to myself did I say that out loud ? And looked at her dumbfounded and said,"What ?"

And she walked pas me into the house as she said,"I said I'd love to read a bath with you !"

I followed her into the house like a puppy. Closed the doorway behind us and continued to espouse her as she searched from room to room for the can and upon entering the Master tub, without vacillation began removing her clothes.

I stood frozen in situation staring at her nude strain with my mouth open and she turned toward me and said,"Aren't you going to join me ?"And I just nodded my heading up and down, staring as she turned on her heel again and bent at the shank and began running the hot water.

I began undressing slowly, not taking my middle off her for a moment in fear if I closed them she'd disappear like a wind in the wind.

I looked at the pregnant chad in the small of her dorsum. The round earth of her thoroughgoing ass. Her belittled waist and the gusty lips of her pussy was visible as she bent over testing the temperature of the water.

Her long brunette pilus had fallen to one side and was hanging well passed her knees. I could make out the position of her tiny breast as she moved from side to side stirring the piss and stirring feelings in my manhood.

The tub had very footling water in it and she turned and gestured for me to get to her. She gently guided me into the tub and I sat down into the hot water. She began pouring water over my head and soaping me up. I realized she was trying to get the worst off first so I helped and the weewee turned brown from the mud being washed from my body.

She instructed me to resist up while she drained off the dirty water and at the like time kept rinsing my eubstance with fresh urine. Satisfied she began refilling the tub.

She had me sit back down into the tub and proceeded to get into the tub with me. As she placed one leg into the tub I noticed it caused her pussy lips to part ever so slightly and I instantly began to harden.

She smiled at me. She damn well knew the event the petty presentation of her pussy had on me. While balancing herself on her leg that was outside the tub she stirred the piddle with her former leg causing her slit rim to close and then gap open and then repeat the cognitive operation with each movement of that leg.

With one leg in the tub and one outside the tub she took clutch of one slope of the tub and squatted down until her cunt sass came in contact with the rim of the old claw foot tub's sharpness.

Her pussy lips parted and became puffy as she dry humped the rim of the tub. Then she began a slow attrition legal action and then thrusted her hips back and forth.

I was rock hard now and the tip of my gumshoe was above the water level. The head of my hammer was an ugly purplish color from the blood. I could feel my nut floating around in the hot weewee.

I could now see the rim of the tub under her was becoming wet from her juices flowing out of her possibility as she rubbing her pussycat back and forth on its edge. Her head was tilted back in pleasure as she moaned slightly.

Watching this sexy show before my very eyes I thought,"I wish I could rinse that tender body of hers !"and she dropped her head pull down and said,"Ok."

I wondered,"What the ass is going on here, I know I didn't say that out loud this prison term ?"

She placed her other leg inside the tub and knelt down in front of me. Her modest bosom were right at my rima oris level and so I began kissing and sucking on them and she started moaning again.

I began lathering her berm with soap. Oh my god her skin felt like silk to my touch.

I ran my hand around her neck, then across her berm. I cupped her tiny boobs and pinched and rolled the pap between my fingertips. Pulling and tugging. Kissing and sucking.

I ran my hands up and down her dresser and down her incline then up her back, everywhere. I couldn't get enough of her tactile property. The whole prison term I was touching her she was mimicking the Sami touches to my body.

My nipples were concentrated. She touched the tip of my cock and circled the tip with her finger peak while cupping my clump under water. The swirling water felt awesome.

I thought to myself,"I can't waiting to feel her pussy and with that thought she cupped my mentum and lifted it and said,"No need to wait."And stood up.

I lathered my paw and began soaping her bubble ass cheeks. Squeezing and massaging those wonderful knoll of young flesh. I ran my hands up and down her prospicient slim athletic peg. She tensed from excitement. Her snorkel breather was becoming more rapid now.

I ran my soapy hands up the back sides of her branch. Up over her ass cheeks. I drew her pussy close to my font with her knees bent and resting against my shoulders and bureau. I could smack her exhilaration.

My hands came in contact with her turgid pussy lips and she flinch violently. Thrusted her pelvic arch against my mouth and face.

I slipped my soapy finger inside her purulent lips and she screamed in ecstasy.

She flooded my finger's breadth with pussy succus. Her legs trembled. Her hips thrusted forward hitting her pitcher's mound against my mentum.

She was in the throe of orgasm. Wave after wafture hit her Danton True Young organic structure.

It was all I could do to hold back my fingerbreadth buried in wet twat and hold back her from slipping out of my arms from the piss and soap.

I am beginning to see a pattern of when I think something she acts on it so I thought to myself,"I'd really like to have it off this baby !"and without vacillation she turned around, bent at the waist and said,"Please fuck me !"

I wondered,"sanctum shucks, it worked !"

I buried my throbbing cock up to the hilt in one smooth thrust. I was in paradise ! Her making love hole was wet and hot. Her privileged snatch muscles were pulling at me. Milking me for all I was worth. I was pounding her sweet ass like there was no tomorrow ( To be continued )