Next to where Tiffany's sled had stood, Josh's old wooden Gravengood sled sat. It was a good racing sled, not quite up to the lightness of the Whites,...but a darn good one, one of the last ones Mark had built before his main business took him out of his sledmaking sideline. A somewhat longer gangline had already been laid out; they knew from long experience that Switchstand ran best in single lead, mostly because he was a lot faster than most dogs they could pair him with. There were still hands. Mark moved so his cock was dangling over Jenny's face and she opened her mouth and greedily sucked him in. I watched as his cock grew to it's previous hardness, and Jenny began to swallow inch after inch until all that was visible was his balls. I moved down to her cunt and began to eat her. I was amazed at how sloppy her cunt was, and I stuck my tongue deeply within her. Mark's cum was still within her, and I licked it out and then began to gnaw at her clit. She came hard and fast as Mark. I pulled my pussy wide apart and felt my innerlips peel open. In the dark silence of the room I heard the sticky moistnessof my cunt-juices as my gash opened, allowing the air to lap at my tunnel.I moved my fingers up a little onto my Mound-of-Venus, level with the topof my slit, and pulled upwards. I felt my hood slide over my clit, exposingit to the imagined stares of an appreciative audience, the absent women whohad recently and so unexpectedly entered my life. The nub of my clit hardenedand. About 15 months ago, I realized that there was a lot of leftover junk in the program from the various updates that had been made to it, just little things, but they slowed the program down. So I started playing with a new update that would get rid of all of the deadwood. I worked on it, on and off, for about nine months. It's at home on my server." Here the Colonel interrupted me."In your house, here on Post?" he asked, with fear in his voice."No, sir. It's in a vault in my house up north. No.