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"If he wasn't before, pussy he'll be pissed now for sure." To which the other two agreed. I. In the Beginning My name is James, and I love really old houses. The architectural oddities, secret rooms and passages, and the sense of living history have always fascinated me. Our home was no exception. My family had owned, worked and lived on the Hardcore land as far back as anyone could tell. The old rambling house sat on about five hundred acres of what was currently rolling meadows and a large wood lot close to the Welsh coast. I spent a good deal of my early years exploring the 'big house', out buildings and the property in general. My Great grand father would ramble on for hours at night by the fire about the history of the house and lands. Every time he mentioned some old feature of the property I'd have to go find it for myself. I explored the ruins of old stone buildings, caves, and a big scattering of almost prehistoric mining sites. He took me down into the cellars and showed me an old narrow passage that led to an group of unused underground rooms he referred to as the 'dungeons'. I remember being disappointed that there were no chains on the walls or tiny dark cells for prisoners. There was an even narrower Atairway that led to a door in an old shed at the edge of the gardens. I talked father into letting me have the 'dungeon' as my own private space. “As long as you maintain good marks in school.”, was his only condition. I moved an old table and chair down there to use as a desk as well as a comfortable reading chair. At first I used a couple of kerosene lamps to light the area, but soon contrived to wire in lights and outlets, modernizing the the rooms and making them more comfortable. Needles to say, I was motivated by father's condition and actually spent most of my time down there in study. I also used the dungeon to hide a small but growing collection of porn. As a teenager I pursued an eclectic group of hobbies; archery and bow making, interracial iron work, metal casting, electronics, computers, and probably dozens of others. Just after graduating from what most would call high school, I found a project that would change my life forever. I reasoned that, if one could monitor the electrical activity of the brain, more sensitive sensors might be able to read actual information from a living brain and as a working corollary information might be able to be inserted into the brain. I developed a mesh of sensors that could pick up signals from the entire brain when worn like one of those medieval skull caps you sometimes see in old pictures. Soon, with aid of my bank of computers working in parallel, I could read significant amounts of information from my own brain. I needed another brain to read to refine the process, but did not want to involve my parents at this point. I thought about my small, almost nonexistent, circle of friends. The tits only name that seemed to fit was Jennifer, a frequent lab partner, and who was almost as much of a propeller head as I was. I sat down next to the beautiful black temptress, Immediately getting whiffs of her perfume. “There, try them out,” he said, smiling at her, then putting his head down to look between her legs, as if he was going to stand up too. The other guy did not cum in her mouth. Elsie quickly flipped her bikini bottoms over her exposed mound and covered her face with her other hand. A few days later, just after the early morning commuter rush had died down, Hailey collected Tink from the nearby train station from the London train and putting Tink’s small overnight bag in the boot the two travelled in silence towards the cottage. Sheila stated as if it were an everyday fact. As a result, I was treated to a view of her naked body and most notably that gorgeous pussy tight ass she had accused me of humping earlier. I knelt on the ground before the queen, staring up at her as she loomed. “Go get us all some beers. For example, they never use the Indian scarf because this takes too long. He pushed and it gave just a little. Hardcore I softly called dad to wake up and he did interracial not so I proceeded with caution. sniff a his sweaty butt crack, making his big butt cheeks clench at Bull's Noticing my gaze, she bent one leg and propped her foot on the chair, leaving the other on the floor. He most certainly knew he and Daisy were not lovers. Once school started I would see tits her in the halls all the time and greet her with a great big hug. "I know you're just here to watch," the man said, "but what the fuck, baby, why don't you join us? When about a third of the bread was gone I gave one of the bits of beef. He looked to the west where, instead of the grey cloud cover directly above him, stood a dark grey front of storm clouds.