There were smooth domes in the ceiling of the tunnel spaced every eight feet or so. They looked to be about 4 or 5 inches across. They looked like lig...ts, but I didn't find a switch on the wall anywhere."Where's the switch?" Cooper asked."You'll find it like you found the doorknob," Bud answered smugly.We stood and scanned the walls, trying to see it the way we'd seen the basement wall, but didn't find anything. I shrugged my shoulders and started walking down the tunnel. The tunnel ran in a. He went down the hall, and came back shortly with a jar. He sat down and said to lay across his lap. Puzzled I slid over and laid down on him. He opened the jar, using his other hand, spread my cheeks open. He put a finger from his free hand in the jar, and came up with a glob of clear looking grease. He rubbed it on my butt hole and pushed a finger in me. It felt funny at first but when he moved his finger in and out a few times, it began to feel good. He pulled his finger out and dipped it. Let them both fuck you tonight, okay, baby?"Mom was working herself up with her own vulgarity. I loved seeing her like this. I was seeing a side of my mother I'd never seen before, and I found this vulgar/passion side of her exciting. I said, "Okay, Mom. I will if you want me to." I do, sweetheart. I told Susan you'd be perfect for the job. She wants a nasty girl, a little slut for her boys to amuse themselves with, a girl that loves to fuck and suck a stiff cock. I told Susan you were that. Gradually her dress fell to the ground on its own accord. Julieanne’s long brown hair blew in the wind as she worked her fingers down her chest toward her aching love box. When she reached her panties, she gradually lowered them until her slightly hairy bush was completely visible. Then she cried out in a sudden blissful squeak as one finger probed her throbbing gash. Julieanne frigged herself for two tantalizing minutes, kicking off her panties in the process and throwing her bra off in a.