I'd driven past the place many times, and I'd always been intrigued by it, and I wanted to go inside and see for myself what it was like; but I'd alwa...ys driven on past each time I'd initially thought I'd go in---except finally, on a very hot and humid summer day in 1981, I pulled into the dusty gravel parking lot and, with my heart pounding in my chest and neck, I walked in through the front door!The first thing that I noticed about the place was the heavy aroma of cigarette smoke. The place. Sherrie rubbed a few more soft steady back and forth strokes along my top and bottom molars,smoothing her path along the trail she made with my saliva. My holding my tongue back was starting to make it spasm.My throat glutted and softly gagged slightly.Sherrie's eyes smiled at mine as she slowly extracted her finger, a trail of saliva following it. I couldn't resist touching the tip of her finger with the tip of my tongue as it exited." Well, they're coming, beleive me." Sherrie sat back onto. It was about a hundred years old, with high ceilings and bay windows. It was all a bit dated, right down to having a cellar with a coal hatch, and no ensuites, but it had a big hall, a galleried staircase and some stained glass windows. There was big living room with a spacious conservatory on the end of it. It had atmosphere. I instantly wanted it very badly.“This is such a lovely house,” sighed Faye wistfully.“That huge cellar...” said Alice.“So have you passed on the offer to your vendor?” I. I turned the jacuzzi on and sat down to relax. One of the jacuzzi jets happened to spray over my clit, ohh did that feel good. I started to massage my tits through the material. This will be fun I thought! I positioned the jet right at my pussy and continued to rub my tits. This always starts to send little shock waves to my pussy. Soon, I had my bikini untied so I could feel my massive jugs and twist my nipples. I also had put my other hand in my crotch to rub my hardening clit and undo my.