She stopped twirling and took on a more serious expression, but there wasstill a smile behind it. "Haven't you always wished your voice didn'tsound so...deep?" That's true," I admitted. As I spoke, I realized the voice wasn't asstrange as I had first thought. It actually sounded like I'd alwayswished. "While I love the way my voice sounds, I think it'd be best tochange it back now." The change can be as easily undone as it was done, but why would youwant your voice changed back?" People would. I am married and, yes, we do have sex, actually pretty often, three, four times a week. Me, I could do it three, four times a day. You see what I mean.Deb and I have been married six years now, I'm thirty-one and she's twenty-eight. So, we're no longer newly-weds but we're sure not an old married couple, either. It's me, really, I'm just a horny guy, always have been.I often work from home, Deb works in a local bank, and when I'm at home, well, I often start looking at porn, several of a. “GOD DAMN, I never thought your cock would go inside her pussy, Josey,” Charley told me when my cock head popped into her slick hole.“MOTHER-FUCKER! That burnt my pussy like you shoved a hot fireplace iron up inside me. Hold it right there, Josey. You can’t go any deeper until I catch my breath and get used to this fat fucker.”“Jesse, he’s only got the head of his cock in your pussy. I took all of him in my pussy, but it took us a while to get it all the way inside me,” Charlotte told her.“Then. Carol and Frank moved over and started searching the body. Other than a simple hand-drawn map, there was no other paperwork, no IDs, no dog tags, no labels in the clothing and even the serial numbers on the weapons had been ground down. “Black bag” is all Frank had to say.It took thirty minutes for the locals to show up and the resulting confusion lasted for several hours. All of them were hauled down to the police station and it was, in the quaint military parlance of the US Army, a cluster.