With her recommendation accomplished we got back wholeheartedly in our mutually enjoyable fucking up her ass, with gusto. When I finally came into her she rewarded me with a very sloppy and effective blow job to send me off back home. Gave me a plate of homemade cookies, too. Ginger snaps, my favorite. As I was sitting in my T.V. viewing chair to contemplate the house plans that I had generated from old plans and the newly produced measurements, it struck me, the phrase, “And most of them are connected.” There didn’t seem to be any room for secret ‘in the walls’ walkways, so the only available connection that seemed to be possible was the elevator. Hmmm, the wheels were turning now. So, I took a tablet and keeping track of codes that I entered into the Punch Plate in combination with the extra button, quickly identified three doors on the third floor, two more on the second floor (in addition to the taxidermy salon) and two on the first floor, including the sex play room. The door on the inside of the sex play room was hidden behind a very lurid tapestry hanging on the wall, which no woman in her right mind would touch if she could avoid it. That left two somewhere in the basement (and two others that were un-located for the moment), and I figured that one in the basement was probably some kind of bomb shelter. In thinking this over, I deduced that it would need to be well hidden, and so Uncle would have probably hidden it behind a totally pre-pared wall that would show no seams nor any variant colored sections. Probably have the doorway accessible through a very thin cement pour over it. Not wanting to ruin his good indian work, I decided to think matters over to find the other one in the basement and without disturbing the ‘bomb shelter.’ Now, I decided to check out the door across from the entrance to the ‘love nest’ from the elevator on the first floor. It could be a very important room to be that close to all of the action. But, before I could access it, I heard the buzzer from the front door and grandpa decided to check on it, since it might be Gloria, the pro-spective house keeper. I was not disappointed either, as the visage that appeared at my door was a very striking looking MILF of Grandma her middle forties. Without even being invited in she rushed past me, evidently before I could change my mind and took a seat in the living room that had the plot plan. And she awaited me there while I got the tea to drink and a couple of Mary’s cookies to share. I then awaited for her reasoning at the intrusion into my home uninvited. With raised eyebrows. Gloria sampled her tea and finished her cookies and then looking me teen right in the eyes, began, “I guess you are wondering about my aggressive entry to your home without a direct invitation.” The raised eyebrows continued upraised at that assertion! Just as I was to abandon my hunt, a flash of blonde obstructed my vision, causing teen me to snap my head to the side to see a blonde beauty with a both grandpa somewhat petite frame and generous indian jugs walking alone, looking down at her phone with her earbuds in. I could almost laugh and shake my head at the stupidity of the girl, but all I could do was groan as my dick twitched in my pants at the girl. I've stroked all of her body. I pulled him up and we kissed, tasting my tangy sweetness. “Go on,” she told him, “You want to, and she wants to.” “Willowbud?” I asked, the name barely coming from me. Mistress’s eyes turned suddenly black. “I know,” I said, turning around. “You'll see. “I will stay and help.” As I turned on the shower, I felt a pair of hands on me from behind. Hilda shrugged but like she didn't care but pushed Leona into the dirt once the girl's back was turned. Jim was extremely hard again and began to piston her with everything he could muster. Her sword slashed in from the left. Grace concentrated on her slowly warming pussy, trying to rock back against George and increase the power and amplitude of his Grandma thrusts. She tried her best to act confident as she walked out but her walk clearly conveyed otherwise. I asked her a few of times if she was sure she wanted to continue.