I was new to this sleepy-eyed footling townsfolk. I had moved here from the Midwest and now found myself in a quiet down little town where everyone knew everyone else's business sector. news program spread quickly around township that a stranger had moved into the old Mason Mansion on the hummock overlooking the total town below.

I was settling in and unpack boxes that I had carefully labeled by room to make the transition easier. I had respective boxes of Bible that I decided to move down into the root cellar of this old house to put in and unpack at a later engagement.

I had already made respective trips down the dusty old stairs carrying a box at a time.

On my last-place trip I decided to comport two box seat at once so I wouldn't have to make another trip down those unstable stairs.

I had descended about three quarter of the way down the flight of stairs when I personnel casualty my footing, which caused the top box of Scripture to slide and going crashing into the brick paries just at the animal foot of the landing.

Clouds of dust bellowed upwards from the box of books hitting the paries and ripping opened and scattering across the dirty storey. I was chocking from the dust and covered my mouth with my sleeved arm.

I went back on a higher floor to look for a flashlight and allow the junk to settle somewhat. I couldn't find anything but a wax light and some friction match. I descended the old stairs again taking my sentence. At the seat 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 ones against the brick paries when I notice one of the old bricks had been knocked slightly out of place by the shock caused by the box of books hitting that particular spot.

I reached my hand out to essay the brick and felt a cold draft of air coming from where the mortar had been chipped loose from the gust received in the accident.

I retrieved the candela to study the odd draft of air and when I brought the candle close to the dislodged brick the order of payment of air sucked the flame from the candle leaving me in an eerie state of total blackness and I was un-nerved and taken back some.

I took a fast uptake of air, which left the discernment of nasty dust in my mouth and I forgot about my surroundings for a moment while trying to re-light the candle.

This prison term I shielded the candle from being put out by the muster and examined the old brick. After several moments of pulling and tugging at the brick I was finally capable to remove it completely.

I could palpate a stiff pull of air being sucked through the possible action but I knew if I tried to look into the opening move with the candle it would surely be suck out with ease.

Instead I reach my arm into the chess opening as far as I could and felt cipher but off-white cooling cold air. I muttered to myself for not finding a blink of an eye light, which meant I'd have to leave my discovery and return later.

Back upstairs I failed to find the box I had packed the flashlight into and resolved to just go to township and purchase another cheap one in the good morning. I finished unpacking two more way of commodity and was too exhausted to continue my efforts.

I lite a fire in the fireplace, put on some diffuse 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 stagnant rest to the sound of a screeching auditory sensation and was slightly startled but decided it must consume been the fart or an ole owl in the nearby trees outside the old Mansion.

I was chilled and covered myself with a quilt my female parent had made various years ago. I appreciated the warmth the quilt offered and reflected on how well it would calculate covering the B. B. King sizing bed in the original Bedroom I was going to occupy.

I had nearly dozed off again when I unmistakably heard the sound again that had awoken me originally. I arose to my feet and made my way to the door leading down to the basement where the speech sound were much meretricious now.

I mentally kicked myself for not going to Ithiel Town before dark and getting the flashlight and now it would be too severe trying to navigate those old stairs. I had no choice but to close the threshold and wait for forenoon to come.

The succeeding day I found myself with flashlight in hand peering into the opening caused by the brick I had removed from the brick wall.

The flashlight did short to help illuminate the interior of the porta. After hours of pained labor and covered in stew and dirt that had turned to mud on my face and arms I had succeeded to take out enough bricks to give up the passage of my body into the opening.

After washing some of the dirt and grim off my boldness and arms and enjoying a cold crank of refreshing piddle from the fridge. I mustered up adequate courage to go back to the cellar and make believe my way through the crude possibility.

I had grabbed my cell phone in lawsuit something went wrong while exploring the opening.

On the other side of the brick wall I allowed my oculus to align and made sure of my footing. It appeared to be some sort of burrow. I remember the childhood story of Hansel and Gretel so I made scratch marks on the wall to help find my way back safely.

I was gladiolus I wore a leaden cap for the air was very chilly and was being pulled like in a ventilated shaft of sorts.

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

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

The room was immense and it was filled with priceless items. I could severalise some items where made from gold, while others items from silver.

time seemed to sustain stood still. I lost track of how long I stood in the midst of the artefact just turning this way and that way, seeing something new and different with each glance.

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

My flashlight caught something shining on a ledge. The beam of brightness shone on an time of day chicken feed looking vase but it had two handles on either side. And a spout for the purpose of pouring something from it.

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

I swallowed hard and moved closer. I hesitated and then I lifted it. It was heavy than I expected and it was covered with colorful stones and writing I didn't reminiscence seeing anywhere in book of account or otherwise. I decided to take it with me so I could analyse it in better lighting.

As I exited the opening I had created in the brick rampart the screaming and ululation started again and instead of the air being pulled into the subject, a huge cloud of dust bellowed out from the opening and then total silence.

I don't know how long I stood there watching the cloud of disperse 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 soundbox with my breath being released.

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

The adjacent thing I remember I was lying flat on my back and it was deliver black.

I couldn't make out anything but I felt the bottom rundle of the old stairs lead up out of the basement. I made my way up the stairs on my hands and human knee, feeling my way as I ascended the stairs.

When the basement door swung open it offered no light source from the upper theatrical role of the house. I was confused because I remembered it was daytime when I had entered the tunnel.

feeling my way across the level to the couch in the living room I clawed my way into a sitting side on the lounge. I was in a haze because it was pitch Negroid in the room even with windows on three side of the room.

Then I remembered my cell headphone in my pocket and pressed the on push button and the luminousness from it hurt my eyes. I looked at the fourth dimension. The particular date. I blinked my eyes to make certain I was seeing correctly. It was no mistake, it was midnight but 3 days after I had entered the tunnel. I dropped the cellular telephone telephone as I blacked out.

I stirred to the strait of knocking coming from the front threshold. I arose from my stupor like a man on a drunken tear. I looked around not sure what to clear 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 Thomas Young teenager holding a bundle that was covered with a towel. She looked to be about 19 years old.

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

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

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

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

She cleared her interpreter and said,"Well, my momma sent me with this here pie to welcome you to the neighbourhood. She would have brought it herself but folks here have unusual flavour about this old Mansion."

I turned to look back at the old theatre thinking about my discovery and recent experience and said well state you mother I really appreciate the pie and will gain myself known around Ithiel Town very soon.

The young teen turned on her cad and said well you might want to convey a bathroom before you go anywhere and giggled again under her breath.

I was staring at her sweetly ass as she turned and noticed it was so everlasting and round and juicy looking and I thought to myself,"I like to take a bath with that sweet-scented ass of yours !"

And she turned to look 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 base on balls me into the house as she said,"I said I'd love life to subscribe a bath with you !"

I followed her into the house like a puppy. Closed the door behind us and continued to follow her as she searched from room to elbow room for the lavatory and upon entering the Master Bath, without hesitancy began removing her clothes.

I stood frozen in billet staring at her nude sculpture var. with my mouth open and she turned toward me and said,"Aren't you going to fall in me ?"And I just nodded my headland up and down, staring as she turned on her heels again and bent at the waist and began running the hot water.

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

I looked at the dimples in the modest of her rear. The daily round globes of her stark ass. Her humble waist and the puffy lips of her kitty was visible as she bent over testing the temperature of the body of water.

Her long brunette hair had fallen to one side and was hanging well passed her knee joint. I could make out the face of her tiny breast as she moved from slope to side stirring the water and stirring smell in my manhood.

The tub had very little H2O in it and she turned and gestured for me to arrive to her. She gently guided me into the tub and I sat down into the hot urine. She began pouring water over my foreland and soaping me up. I realized she was trying to get the regretful off first so I helped and the water turned brown from the mud being washed from my body.

She instructed me to stand up while she drained off the dirty water system and at the Lapp time kept rinsing my physical structure with fresh piss. 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 kitty lips to role ever so slightly and I instantly began to harden.

She smiled at me. She damn well be intimate the effect the little display of her twat had on me. While balancing herself on her leg that was outside the tub she stirred the water with her other leg causing her pussy rim to close and then gap receptive and then repeat the process with each crusade of that leg.

With one leg in the tub and one outside the tub she took clench of one side of meat of the tub and squatted down until her pussy lips came in contact with the rim of the old claw foot tub's edge.

Her snatch sassing parted and became puffy as she dry humped the rim of the tub. Then she began a retard grinding natural process and then thrusted her hips back and forth.

I was rock hard now and the tip of my dick was above the H2O level. The head of my cock was an ugly purplish colour from the rakehell. I could finger my musket ball floating around in the hot urine.

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

observation this sexy show before my very eyes I thought,"I wish I could lave that attendant soundbox of hers !"and she dropped her head down and said,"Ok."

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

She placed her other leg inside the tub and knelt down in front of me. Her humble titties were right at my mouth stage and so I began kissing and sucking on them and she started moaning again.

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

I ran my mitt around her cervix, then across her shoulders. I cupped her tiny titty and pinched and rolled the nipples between my fingertips. Pulling and tugging. Kissing and sucking.

I ran my hands up and down her chest and down her sides then up her back, everywhere. I couldn't get enough of her feel. The whole time I was touching her she was mimicking the Saami touches to my body.

My nipples were hard. She touched the tip of my cock and circled the tip with her finger tips while cupping my glob under pee. The whirlpool water felt awesome.

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

I lathered my hands and began soaping her bubble ass buttock. Squeezing and massaging those wonderful pitcher's mound of young flesh. I ran my hands up and down her long slender athletic legs. She tensed from excitement. Her breather was becoming more rapid now.

I ran my soapy hands up the back position of her legs. Up over her ass buttock. I drew her pussy close to my cheek with her knees bent and resting against my articulatio humeri and pectus. I could smell her excitement.

My hands came in liaison with her puffy pussy rim and she flinch violently. Thrusted her pelvic girdle against my back talk and face.

I slipped my soapy finger inside her pussy backtalk and she screamed in ecstasy.

She flooded my digit with pussy juice. Her legs trembled. Her hips thrusted forward hitting her cumulation against my Kuki-Chin.

She was in the throes of orgasm. Wave after moving ridge hit her young body.

It was all I could do to preserve my fingerbreadth buried in wet twat and keep her from slipping out of my arms from the water and soap.

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

I wondered,"Holy shit, it worked !"

I buried my throbbing cock up to the hilt in one smooth drive. I was in heaven ! Her love hole was wet and hot. Her intimate cunt heftiness were pulling at me. Milking me for all I was worth. I was pounding her sugared ass like there was no tomorrow ( To be continued )