As I fucked her cunt with my tongue, I coated my right middle finger in his cum.Ever so slowly, the group gazed granny out into a clearing.Julie stood in the lift staring at their reflection feeling a little scruffy in her jeans and old and worn man's bomber jacket in comparison to the smartly dressed, slightly older woman.I want them ready as soon as possible.Lightly rolling it between my fingers.I'm sure I was starting to relax some, because I felt myself unconsciously pushing back against his fingers.We raised our flutes and drank to them being unfaithful.I made slowed a little bit to let the other truck get in position to watch as mom started to fuck herself with the rubber cock.Soon there was a line of trucks in both the left and right lanes and I would speed up and slow down making sure all the drivers got a good look at mom fucking mature herself silly with the toy.With the sun shining overhead and the windows open, it was a beautiful day and a great trip.This is Mr. Jorst.Heather, get me my phone. They had evidently been lost over the years, and surprisingly no one in the office seemed a bit concerned about that.So, I moved on to the local tax office in County Court House and checked out its tax history. It showed not one penny of taxes as ever being paid on it. It did include the notation: SPECIAL CIRCUMSTANCES; but with no further explanation, and the granny staff were friendly but totally unhelpful.So, I moved on to the local record of the censuses in the county library. In checking out the 1800 census, there was no mention of anyone at the mansion’s address. Nor any record for 1810, either. But for 1820, there was a record and it seemed to include the whole cast of people’s names from the current occupation, except for Cynthia. The same notation was made for 1830, but this time Cynthia was included as a young child and a notation was made of an unknown person in residence, also.All of the records, in what I could find recorded agreed with these official summations. What a mystery this all was.So, I then began my photo tour and the photos were amazingly clear in the house and with all pointed towards its walls, but any that deflected at all from those orientations came out fuzzy and unwatchable. And when I crossed out over the street to take long-range pictures of the mansion and grounds, nothing came up on the photos at all, despite my easily seeing it with my eyes.When a stranger walked by, I stopped him and asked what he knew about the mansion across the street, and he just looked blankly at me and remarked, What mansion? And walked away unconcerned. I was very amazed by this, because I could see it rather clearly.But I gathered myself up to do my survey of the interior, with my pictures of it already taken care of. I had been advised by Uncle to not bother anyone without their permissions, nor try any locked doors. So, I obeyed those commands, but several of the residents allowed mature me access anyway. Including Cynthia.When I was allowed to enter her bedroom and sitting room, it had the flavor of a much older time, perhaps the Victorian Age.