It also goes downstairs. These old houses all have basements and I have fixed up part of mine as a TV room. I think TV in the room when you have guest... as with you now, kills the natural intercourse between people."Anyway, most of the homes have tunnels in the basements running toward the back, Some of the tunnels even run as far as the river. I think they were used during the War of Northern Aggression for escaping confederate soldiers," Jackie said."Fascinating. I really like your house. This. "Women have no sense of humor. And you'd think that if I rang her bell so thoroughly, that she'd be happy enough with me to overlook one bad joke, you know?But she made me get dressed and go home. She was holding a big wad of Kleenexes between her legs, and kind of wiping the inside of her thighs, complaining about the mess I made, and how she hadn't planned on that, which sounded kind of goofy. I mean she admitted that she got me over there under false pretenses just so she could get her bell. She had skipped sixth grade and was the youngest girl in the whole high school. "Sure, it's kind of like a test the girls have to pass in order to date guys on the football team. You have to admit we are the hottest guys in the school." He smiled shyly and held out the filthy fuck-strap for her. "What if I throw up?" "That's okay, I'll forgive you. Besides it will be damn funny. Here." Jason's big dick was rock hard in his pants. Candy reached out and took the scum encrusted jock-pouch in her. I worked hard for my dad and he knew it. He would let me out early on Fridays and I'd go searching for the weekend's entertainment.One weekend I started searching my old high school town for girls I had known and one night I struck it rich, so to speak. This gal who I had befriended in school was a sweet gal. Not very pretty, but good looking enough. Slim with a cute ass and small tits, and the silkiest straight black hair I had ever seen. She was always teased and called a slut, even though.