I looked over to see that Timmy's mouth was hanging open in awe as the scene unfolded in front of him. Timmy was the only one still fully clothed but ...e had a stiff tent forming in his pants and I wondered how long he would last until he had to release his b**st.After a few minutes I had worked my way down to the very base of Brad's cock. He was enjoying slowly pulling himself out of my mouth and then slamming himself all the way back in. All eight plus inches of Brad's monster thrust through. ”She bites her lip. “Don’t you have a driver’s license?”“That I do. I mostly use it as ID at the bank.” He smiles wistfully. “It’s a remnant of a time before I got here.”She latches on. “That’s a good point, Uncle Ryan, I really should have some form of ID that’s legally valid? There are a lot of situations where that could be super important for me?” Her nerves shine through with her rising tone at the end of every sentence.He chuckles. “You’ve made your case, we’ll get you a legal form of. . . newBRA!" I managed to squeak out the rest, sounding sexy yet stupid at thesame time!No, wait. My voice had always been like that. What was I thinking? I wasjust imagining something else, I guess. I remember now that my voice hadalways been very high and soft. In high school I could get any guy,teachers included, as hot and hard with my voice as any other girl couldwith their bodies! I was very proud of my distinct voice and believed Iwas sexier with it than without it. Damn if I didn't feel. ‘Hello?’ Asked a tired sounding woman.‘Hi, errr’ He hated how nervous he sounded. ‘I’m phoning up about the advert you have in Scot-ads. The ivory wedding dress? Is it, umm, still for sale?’There was a pause at the other end of the line and Craig almost hung up there and then as his bottle rapidly disappeared.‘It is.’ Another long pause. ‘Are you looking to buy it?’ The voice sounded a little sceptical, so Craig plunged on with his pre-planned cover story.‘Yes, I’m, err, I’ve been invited to a.