It was almost more of a feeling than a sound.Upon hearing it, I stopped masturbating and listened intently. I heard it again, but it was much quieter ...nd more distant, and it quickly faded. It seemed like a voice, but without distinguishable words.I decided it was either my imagination or maybe the wind. I finished up and went to sleep.A few nights later, again as I was masturbating, the sound returned. This time it was slightly more perceptible. I would say 'louder' if I was sure it was. He parked the ute at the top of the rise that led down to the causeway. They looked at the torrent of water now crossing the road. The water was roiling down the riverbed. It was ripping at the rocks and vegetation on the banks pulling anything it could into the muddy mess it now was.“Wow! How deep do reckon that is Mary?” Marty asked.Mary looked at the churning muddy water as it carried chunks of trees, bushes and uprooted tussocks of grass down to the sea. It had covered a width of about 20m. I talked to your father about it and he admitted he had been leaving the panties for Jason." Were you pissed off at him?" I should have been, but I wasn't. I couldn't help that I was liking the attention from your brother again and it seemed to be having an affect on Dad too, so I didn't make a big deal out of it. So, then I kinda got involved in the whole game again." How?" I started wearing my pants lower on my hips so your brother could see my underwear, I started wearing more thongs and. “Mmmm, baby,” she said as she lay back and started to rub the vibrating toy against her slick slit. “That’s why I love you, Bob. You never disappoint.”She held it so that the head of the toy was just inside her, and began to rock her hips, slowly working it in and out, going deeper with each gyration. Once she had it in, she adjusted the position until the head was against her g-spot. She let out a moan and held it in place with one hand. Her other hand moved the little rabbit head against her.