Cherry Cole Moonshine Age?

Max head was spinning; he couldn't believe this was happening. The driver's side of the truck was pinned against an old tree, and he could tell there was damage to the bumper. His mom would be pissed that he crashed the truck. Max's blood was still pounding in his head, but as the spinning stopped, he remembered a little more of the crazy drive. Oh God! Did he hit a woman back there? He fumbled for the phone in his pocket.

"I have to call the police ... oh shit, how am I going to explain this?"

"Wait." The woman stopped him with a hand on his phone that caused his manhood to rocket back to life... that face...the lips...the golden-brown eyes... the jet-black hair, his dick started to pulse like it had a mind of its own. He didn't understand how this the girl so completely blew his mind ... the heavy winter coat that had concealed her was now open and he could see under the heavy outer layer she was barely dressed.

The girl smiled. She knew by the look in his eyes and by the returning life to his dick, she had found him at last; someone whom she can be her true self with and not feel shame. After so many years...but first she had to stop him from ruining his life. "Put away the phone, Max. Let us take care of the locals."

"Who are you?" His words came out quiet and weak, but the woman took his hand in hers and gave a kind of curtsy as she introduced herself.

"My name is Cherry Cole Moonshine....I hope you enjoy your stay...now follow me...." With that she tightened the long coat securely around her slender waist and pulled the hood back up over her hair before opening the truck door and sliding out into the snowbank.

Max could hear the sound of the snow crunch under her boots as she walked to an inset door in the wall by the side of the larger gate. Max slid across the bench seat to the passenger side door, which was hanging open and climbed out to land in the snow. Cherry smiled as she watched Max following with his big dick pointing directly at her, she loved this feeling of control. Max didn't seem to even realize he had left his penis out as he got closer to Cherry.

Cherry reached into her coat pocket and pulled out an antique key longer than her fingers, Max watch as Cherry put the old-fashioned key into the lock and turned it. The heavy wooden door pushed forward to open into a dark hallway and Cherry grabbed his hand and led him through. Before Max could say anything, lime-green lights pulsed slowly to life to light the dark tunnel until he could see thick concrete walls with old wiring and dripping cast iron pipes that were starting to crack from age.

"This school uses these old tunnels when the weather is bad, and we need to get supplies." Cherry explained. "Do you think you can get your truck in here?"

It was close, but after some spinning of his wheels in the snow Max was able to rock out of the snowbank and back the truck into the tunnel far enough that they could close the heavy door behind it. With the truck out of sight, Cherry turned back to Max with a cheerful smile.

"This will take us to the main building where you can meet the headmistress. No one will see you and she'll be able to work things out with the police if she needs to." Max shook his head slowly, but Cherry took his hand in hers and led him down the dimly lit tunnel chattering as they went.

" ... give you details on what to start on first, where you'll stay and of course your pay. You have a lot of work to do... but don't worry it will be alright. I can feel it deep down within my soul..." Max open his mouth to argue, but Cherry kissed him full tongue, stopping him once again from speaking. As they kissed, she grabbed onto his hot rod through the open zipper and once again he couldn't think. When the kiss finally ended, Cherry still had a firm grip on his erection, and he could hear her talking more to herself than him. "So hot and still hard. Glad I got to you first...this will teach them...I'm so happy he's not fighting this...I will show them all..." With that, Cherry releases her grip and walks forward leaving the confused Max behind.

The walk to the main build took a few minutes and there were several turns in the underground maze. Unlike the first part of the tunnel, that looked like post-war construction from the fifties, some of the tunnels were much older with worn brick walls and cast-iron hardware that must have dated back to the 1800's. Max wondered in silence how he got into this mess. A hit-and-run accident, concealing the truck ... fuck there was no way he could explain this. He didn't know anything about Cherry other than how hot she was. Maybe he'd get a chance to get to know her better, but before he could ask he saw Cherry open a small wooden door and step through into a large hallway with a fire place.

"Well Max this were I must leave you... I will get the Headmistress and she'll will tell you about your job is and how you'll be paid...Goodbye my new friend see you soon..." Cherry walked out of the room into a well lit hallway and then up a flight of wide stairs and she was gone like that...

"Kinky girl...I wonder if all the girls are like that?" Max walks over to fireplace and gets warm waiting for the Headmistress. He tried to remember the grey-haired woman who showed him around, was her name Mrs. Marshall?... She'd be older now, he wondered if she still as sexy as she was when he was 12. Suddenly he realized that his workpants were still wide-open. Max fumbled to tuck his cock back into his boxers and zip up before this Mrs. Marshall caught him looking like a pervert.

As he smoothed down the wrinkles in his workpants felt the lump of his phone in his pocket ... he could still call the police.