Wordpress.comAnd enjoy!Alyssa S.***IntroductionYou can't really say that you were saddened to hear of your uncle Lester's death. After all, the old le...herous bastard, despite his obvious distaste for you, or perhaps out of some perverse desire to annoy his own children, had left his mansion - Coldbrook Manor, in rural Maine - to you.Lots of stories about the estate have been handed down through the family - stories about it being haunted, or cursed - the kind of stories older kids in large. I felt like I was staring at a angel or something her ass big enough to grope and pussy was dripping wet. As I slipped the tip inside she covered her mouth to keep her gasp quiet."Uhh fuck" she said.The farther I went in I couldn't contain myself and grabbed her hips and with her ass bouncing off me I slowed and reached forward grabbing her neck pulling her body into mine. With each thrust I could see her tittys jiggle while I kissed her neck. My hands wanted to explore so I used my left to. Court and Libby waited tensely. Ten minutes later Marty reappeared at the centre of the hedge but this time his chest and shoulders were visible."He's built himself a platform," Court whispered.Marty vanished again. He did not come back.Court's phone rang."We're round the back now," said Fred. "There ain't no soign of 'im." We haven't seen him for ten minutes or so," said Court."Roight, probably buggered off again. We'll 'ang on fer a whoile." OK."Forty minutes later, from a darkened room,. She was in a dank dungeon, humid and dusty. Both her wrists and ankles were free so she tried to rise. Gingerly she got to her feet but the moment she tried to walk the iron manacle around her slender neck made itself known. With little real hope Hilary tugged at it to try to get it loose. Wouldn't budge."Bugger!"This noise elicited a low moan came from the other side of the gloomy room. Hilary twisted her head and squinted hard, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light. Chained to the far.