My freshman year I did some of the same things. Now that I am a senior I go to bars to drink like a grown-up. Anyway, on this particular night, I deci...ed to actually investigate The Underground Railroad. It was a slow night and I had nothing waiting for me except Netflix and my softest blanket. After pulling the door open to the stairwell, I let it slam behind me. I heard faint voices. “Mmmm, you taste so good…” a male voice echoed through the stairs. I stopped dead in my tracks… What was that?. " Eventually," I managed to groan in reply. In an effort to get this over with as quickly as possible, I decided to increase my stroking pace, and rapidly slid my hand up and down my extremely hard cock. After a couple of minutes though; despite my nervous, but now very aroused state, it was just not working, and I knew exactly why… I wanted Julia to do it. I looked into her eyes as she briefly looked up from my hard cock. We stared at each other in silence for a moment. It was as though. "After some very nice snacks and decent wine he excused himself to attend to other visitors. I was left with Karla again, somewhat removed from the crowds, since Elise went off to try and talk to the girls."Karla, you do look much better. No further problems, I hope?" Berthold, the change in my husband is unbelievable. He has not as much as touched me, did not try and have sex at all. He hardly talks to either of us, but is polite in a very remote way. Yet I am aware of some strange emotions. It needed a makeover, and he could easily afford it. He was up in the attic space tossing the junk down the stairs, so he could put it in the rubbish skip he had hired.He looked down on the old trunk his knee had collided with and wondered what was in it. He wiggled the strange old lock, and it clicked open to his surprise. He lifted the lid, and it was full of old clothes, shirts, pants, fine leather jerkins, a heavy coat and thick socks. Each set of clothes was laid out as if ready for the.