One of the Cellar Dwellers has been crying out desperately for any attention it can get.
I've had a lot of fun in cellars over the years.
When I was a kid, about 10 or 11, we were visiting my mom's hometown because grandma had passed away a few years before so we were there for something or other ... anyway, there was an old woman who lived next door to my grandma's house that everyone called "Aunt Hester." I didn't get it until years later. Aunt Hester was an old retired lesbian, you see, only they called them "spinsters" back in those days. Aunt Hester did grow some big ass motherfucking cucumbers in her garden too. She won awards at county fairs and such.
So, getting back to the cellars. Aunt Hester had an old time root cellar under the back of her house by her garden and all us kids would hang out in there because it was summer and hot as fuck. That was the very first place I ever saw a female vagina. Her name was Juli Hart and she lived just a few houses away and we were the very same age.
We went back to her house after she showed me her goods and watched Mighty Mouse on her dad's black and white TV.
I saw her once again about 5 or 6 years later ... she is still in my spank bank.