Several more homes looked to have been built before 1900, rather than post WWII like I first thought, and could well have tunnels. I doubted that the ...hree post WWII homes had tunnels, but I would rather search and find nothing than not search and end up with a rude surprise.With that done, Sylvia and I returned to the Hanley house to search it. Yet again, we found additional tunnels. The original tunnel, where the rapes and torture had occurred, was a dead-end tunnel that went east a hundred. ..." Huh!"Sighing, he painfully showed me how some/many patterns were, inpractical terms, unsolvable except by guessing before going into adissertation about some obscure mathematical theorem called N-P completeand its implications for solving 'minesweeper type' problems. Okay, sofar this was fairly typical for my uncle. He then stunned me by sayingthat a rough calculation he had done in his head showed the frequency ofmy correct guesses to be so far outside the bounds of chance, they. She had done this many times before with him, so she wanted to do something extra.-”Sue, come over here!”Sue skipped over to them with a puzzled look on her face.-”Lick his balls while I suck him off.”Sue obliged and placed her tongue on his ballsack, much like she had done with Sherry's vagina. She licked his balls and tried her best to cause as much as pleasure as possible. He got a wide grin on his face as Sue and Sherry were double teaming on his groin. Sherry's one hand was between her. “Sure. But don’t you think we’ll get caught?” I asked him hesitantly.“I doubt it.” he said. “Besides, no one ever comes to this bathroom when they have the locker rooms.” I unlocked my stall door and there stood a young military guy in shorts and a tee. The bathroom was dimly lit and even if someone did come in, they would have to get on their knees and look under a stall to see us anyway. The plan was to stand on the toilet if someone walked in. Only one set of shoes would be seen if anyone.