(M E Just like that ... in caps.)In my solitary exploratory expeditionary quest for a drill to bore holes in the four inch square support posts, I mad... a secondary discovery; a freight elevator. "No Passengers" and under that, "Capacity 5 tons". The solitary hanging lightbulb, on its braided black cord, was dustily lit ... likely had been lit ... since 1915.In the elevator was an iron wheeled wood handled dolly. I shrugged, grabbed the dolly single handed and slid the drill motor ... mostly by. ” I was beginning to like Roopa, she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. I sat on the couch stroking my cock. The sound of a door clicking shut was followed by a very naked Roopa padding back into the lounge room. “Glad to see you know how to do what you’re told,” she said as she stood in front of me. “i’ll take it from here.” Roopa straddled me on the couch and slowly lowered her wet pussy onto my cock, sighing lightly as it slid home. “It’s so nice to have a hard dick for a. I felt Jane’s need as her hand cupped mine and drew it into her petals, messaging her pussy with my hand turned her hot and wet in no time. Hearing her arousal the breaths that had swept over my dick became labored as she fingered her snatch and began licking my sack and then growing shaft. The other one, Tawny as it turned out wasn’t to be left in the lurch and turned herself and pressed her mound to my lips wanting to be eaten out by her Daddy. The cuddle time would have to wait as one and. But, yes, I’ve worried about that possibility, rightly so, it seems. You’ve gone full Nosferatu, haven’t you?” Mom asked me while crossing herself a bit now.“If by that you mean the undead, yes. If by that you mean some Gothic movie vampire with a shaved head, then no. Is that why you’ve been a royal pain in my ass my entire life, Mom? Why I never caught any breaks, why it was always ‘Chelsea this, Chelsea that,’ always her being the golden girl, me the black sheep? Or bat in my case? Well,.