It was to diversify my engineering backgrounds, because no educational major guaranteed what specialty a person would end up in in their working life. And, I was still curious, despite warnings to the contrary, over the monstrous house that I lived in and this would give me an excuse to study further in depth. Before I signed up for the class, I met with Uncle Fitzgerald to run it by him, since I would need his permission to look into the mansion much deeper that I had been allowed to before. He said that he would take it under consideration and quickly appraise me of his decision. It came after two days, of evidently inquiring of the other Hardcore residents of the home as to their feelings on it. He must have gotten overwhelming acceptance, because he seemed very jovial in his acceding meeting with me. So, I signed up for the ass class Blowjobs and let him know to spread it around that the next weekend, I would be wandering around the house nosing into permitted places, including private spaces with the occupant’s permission, and taking pictures and measurements. So, he announced it at the dinner table that night, and posted several notices around the house to remind the residents and staff of my plans. Then to start my study of this hardened edifice, I went to the county planning office to get the latest registered plans on it. I found that they had no such documents, but there was a notation on a register for eighteen-fifteen that plans had been supplied and filed for it in its original configuration in that year. 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 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 amateur 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 doggy style 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 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. And she was dressed in a frock appropriate to it. She smiled at me, like she had been expecting me, and with a flourish the frock came off and she appeared in many decades older under-garments. I had to admit that she looked mighty fine in them, too. Then she with a smile on her face moved up to me and gathered me into her affectionate arms. I immediately fell into her charming influence and was soon found kneeling before her with my face up to her now exposed pussy. She moaned as I did my manly duties to her femininity, and soon her body’s pleasure at it was obviously tasted and seen. She then rose me up and turned the tables by being busy at my male member with her breasts open for my view. It didn’t take long and I found myself up her pussy with her bent over a chair. It didn’t take long then either and we were both climaxed and she again gathered me into her arms and kissed me up, well and good. 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