He liked the sound of it."Yes, no problem. Hi, nice to hear your voice." Tom's voice was pleasant and deep. Not too deep, just very masculine and s...xy. God this was going to be so much fun, she thought. "Hi, sorry if I am still a bit out of breath." "Understandable since you just broke the school record for cross-campus sprinting while horny..." Tom laughed. He slowly stroked his cock. He was excited as this was new to him. To hear a voice while getting off was a novel concept. It. I kicked them and my underwear off and my cock stuck straight out. I pulled my shirt off as she dropped to her knees and began to eagerly suck my cock again.“Make me your slut tonight.” She demanded again, shoving her head down on my dick, her firm tits bouncing a little.“You sure about that?” I asked. She pulled her head away and nodded.“Do whatever you want to me.” She said confidently, and then pushed herself back down on my dick.My eyes fell on my belt, which was on the bed. I grabbed it. A loud, vicious growl! Again, and then again, she heard it, as she tried to lift her head to see the confusion that was filling her ears... !"Jeez! It's him... the goddamned dog!" a cursing boyish voice panickly exclaimed. "I'm getting out of here!" Come on, Leo! It's the fucking dog-pack!" another choked as Jean lay spellbound, her head raised in solemn fear at what was taking place... Suddenly, there was nothing, but the slamming sound of the back door familiar to her ears, yet, she was still. The site gave us a feeling of being back in our old home where a bountiful snowfall was not as uncommon. The best part was when we woke up at our regular time of five in the morning the snow was still falling, each big snowflake falling gently to its predestined spot. I made some coffee and we opened up the blinds to just sit back and watch the show before us. It was so relaxing to just sit and soak up the artistry that was being painted before us by Mother Nature. After an hour or so we.