Half of it is hanging over the cliff supported by wood beams. I ask, this is the place? He says you'll see, come on. We walk in. There are all types o... greetings being hollered. The first thing you see is what I assumed was the bar. It was an old door on top of two wood saw horses. On it were bottles of alcohol, liters bottles of some type of liquid, and glasses. Three guys seated on stools around it. There were other rooms to the side that had all the stuff the driver told us it would have.. Kissing across Rebecca's chest, Kim repeated the same on her right tit. Circling her nipple, Kim said I wish you were awake for this. Reaching back between her legs, Kim felt the wetness from her vagnal fluids. At least you're enjoying it, Kim said smiling.Reaching between her own legs Kim slipped her fingers in her pussy. Working them in and out she brought herself to orgasm. Removing them, Kim brought them up to Rebecca's face. Gently running them over her lips she asked, what do you think of. Her mind was protesting no-no-no, but her body was saying yes-yes-yes as she squirmed back against his probing tongue. He licked her deeper and deeper and his fingers plied her seeping pussy and rigid clit making her moan and gasp with erotic delight.She cried out in disappointment when the pleasuring abruptly stopped – but then her desire gave way to terror again as she felt his swollen cock head replace his tongue at her tight rear entrance. "No-no," she begged again and tried to wriggle away. My first thought had been that Mrs. Cabot wanted me off balance, hence the young girl motif. On further thought, I decided this was her regular guest room. She was "Grandmother" to all the well bred girls in Boston. This room told me she liked to have them sleep over, when they were ten to twelve years old. If time were not pressing, I could spend a day cataloging and analyzing the furnishings and brick-a-brac.Instead, I changed back into my suit from lunch. It was wrinkled and not hour.