She also said that if I had any extra sausages around that I could bring one over to her at an opportune time, too. Boy the double entendres were flying all around the porch. She signed off with a gigantic smile and sashayed down to the sidewalk and across the street to my visual fascination. With my eyes back in my head and mind back on the coming challenge, I proceeded to study the plot plan on the fucked hard easel to find the indicated hidden room. I found that where ever the entrance happened to be, it was noteworthy that a wall of it coincided with the elevator shaft that rose all the way from the basement to the attic, with stops along the way at each floor. So, my curiosity stirred up I entered into the often used riser and closely examined the panels that lined the inside of the carriage. On first examination nothing appeared to be unusual. But, when I looked over the punch board with the symbols and press buttons, I noticed a button that seemed to not be identified with any of the floors. It appeared lingerie to be well used, though. So, I lifted the elevator to the third floor and as it approached the opening of the door, japanese I punched the extra button. The carriage dropped to be in between the first and second story, it stopped and then settled down to be intermediate between the floors and one of the back panels opened up to reveal an open doorway with a set of stairs. I pushed the stop button to secure the carriage at the current location and then proceeded out into the lit up stairwell. It rose to about level with the second floor and led to a asian secured door. I out of reflex reached out to the door handle and with only touching it the door opened on its own. Inside I found a surprisingly spacious room set up as a sort of taxidermy salon. This gave me an instant set of disturbed sensibilities, especially when I noticed in the corner of the room an obviously treated body of an adult woman. It was perfectly done and dressed in a very beguiling way. This made me feel sick at heart. The thought that my dear uncle might have abused and killed this adult, but still young woman. But, using my occasionally recessive good sense, I took a picture of it with my cell phone and withdrew from the room to think this over. I then planned a trip to the library to try to secretly access information there to determine what had gone on in this case. That evening, I indicated to Ashley that I had some research to do at the library and that she could accompany me, if she would like to do so. They have a very large array of women’s magazines there I informed her. She said that she might like to do so at another time, but had some serious communicating to accomplish while I was gone, so I left and arrived there alone. I used my secondary membership card under an assumed name for the research that Hardcore I would never want to be traced back to me. I knew that they cleaned the tops of the keyboards every night, so my fingerprints were of no concern to me. I entered the local newspaper site and looked under missing women. There was a lengthy list, but none of the pictures matched the lady in question. So, I widened out to neighboring towns and soon found what I was looking for. There was an account of a young woman, the one that I had the picture of who had died of an unexpected cerebral hemorrhage a number of years ago. And the bereaved family was shocked that her body had disappeared from the mortuary where she had been planned to be cremated. There were rumors of an aged lover of hers, but he had never been identified. They just hoped that the body wasn’t going to be used for some unpleasant sexual purposes. Now he understood. His uncle had been her lover and couldn’t stand the thought of her either moldering in a grave or being burnt up in a crematorium, so he had stolen the body and used taxidermy to preserve it as a remembrance of a dearly loved young woman who had passed on much too early. He knew that he could never do such a thing, but he perfectly understood the motivations of his dear uncle. He also knew that he would never want to enter that room again, and so he closed off the entryway off the elevator shaft and sealed it up permanently. The next morning about 9:00 am, I decided to deliver the sausage to the lady across the street. I cut an eight inch section off of a kielbasa that I had stored in my fridge and put it in a Ziplock bag. I then left Ashley to sleep off her late night multi conversations and early morning fuckfest with me, to deliver my offering to the lady in question. When I arrived, she could see that I was struggling to remember her name and so supplied it to me, Mary. I of course remembered it just as she was supplying it. My cunt throbbed, pulsed. Hardcore Missionary, cowgirl, doggy style, bent over a desk, pinned against the wall, spooning, or even peg her with hour favorite strap-on.” My cock was hard. "We're not dead yet. I told them how I just started out teasing Steve, my brother and here we are all fucking and fucked hard how close we all our now. It was Haley 's fourteen-year-old, twin sister Susie, and as luck would have it . . . The problem seems to have worsened of late. Are you sure you have everything packed? Johnny was 16, and was in the school football team, but also liked wrestling and martial arts. We did, and Ryan led us to an ‘adult’ shop that he’d seen on his way to meet lingerie us. “I don’t have a note.” Seconds asian later I collapsed onto the wet sand. “Pop your mouth off his dick, honey,” Mom moaned. He chuckled, “I’m glad you like it.” When she got home, Laura didn't even bother to close the front door before pushing Erica to the ground and fucking her. The woman who had been at her feet was now behind Mindy. He was increasing his pace, overengorged now as he pumped harder. Her japanese grip was firm and her other hand held my arm. "Lass uns zu Mathe gehen." By the end of the fourth month of our secret sexual relationship, we were getting together to have sex approximately two or three times a week.