We live in a good neighborhood. Were the last town house on the street. We share a garage, laundry room with our neighbors. There town house connec...s to the other side of the garage. I don’t think we have met the other people, from next door. “Knock! Knock!” “Coming! “ I yelled. I reached down to open the door leading into the garage. “Hello!” said a soft female voice. I smiled. “Hi…” was all I could say. My mouth was wide open. I looked down. There was a very voluptuous blonde. She totally ignored me and started stroking it up and down. She said that rule had been put into effect when she was so much younger and now that she was a relatively mature young girl, it wasnt necessary. I wasnt sure that made sense….and probably wouldnt to my mother and father…but with her right hand pumping my cock and her left hand massaging my nutsack, I wasnt about to argue. She had me scoot forward on the sofa and she hopped off and knelt between my legs on the floor. She slid her left. Evidently Lady Chandler's illegitimate son was ranked less than the kitchen maid. However, what I had found seemed to fit in with Mr. Prescott's discovery. I returned to the 1901 census and typed in Adelaide Chandler with the address simply Braintree. There were two. I wasted five credits by picking the wrong Adelaide Chandler. I doubted that Lady Adelaide would be working as a milk maid. It was the second entry where I found her. Adelaide was evidently living with her widowed father together. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" Ray gasped. "That was pretty hot! I'm thinking it was good for you..." Um hum..." Mary agreed. "I didn't expect the first time to go like that -- I know girls who say you usually hurt too much to be able to orgasm." I'd like to take credit, but..." Well, you know what you're doing -- THAT's for sure!" Mary replied."Yeah, that probably helps. Guys in the group usually break in with older women -- and learn a few things. I know I did..." Ray related."I've, uh, got a.