It looks like a lift shaft going down about 35 feet."Cicero said, "That sounds like what we found at the office. I'll bet that Torro lives underground...and this house is just camouflage."I said, "You're probably right. Does anybody see a way to operate the lift?"We all looked around, but couldn't spot anything we could identify as the lift controls. "Jim, you're our best jumper. Go back to the guard shack and see if you can find some controls. If so, lower us down the shaft and then jump after. Then it stopped before another short burst squirted out again and Susan let out a moan. I watched as she wriggled her fingers from side to side, knocking any drips off, then looked back up at me.“You like the full bush look” Susan asked somewhat mischievously “Never really seem one,” I answer Susan didn’t hesitate and shut her legs then slipped her lilac lacy knickers down to her knees. She then lifted one of her feet through her knickers before pulling then back up the leg; she still had them. Sex is ok-ish and I do have a fling with an old ex-workmate of mine from time to time and a season, semi-regular shag-buddy in our Spanish villa. No complaints. But when I masturbate all I think about is how he phuqued me.He was 53 and I was 18. I had recently broken up with my then love-of-my-life and I was going through a mid-teens crisis. He was not particularly good-looking and he was not a sugar daddy either. Just some random bloke I met on the internet - against my better instincts. He. ” We lay there kissing until my cock slipped out of her pussy and I said, “You know a great way to finish off the night? We could take a nice shower to rinse all this sweat and sex off our bodies then while you dry your hair, I’ll change the bedding so we can sleep in nice, crisp sheets later.” She said, “I’d love to take a shower with you, I need to get the Chlorine out of my hair or it turns to straw. Do you have a blow-dryer? Otherwise it will take forever.” I said, “Sure, I’ve even got a.