Even more powerfully, they couldn't have picked up the sound of anything, not even my breathing or heartbeat, because I had been inside a SOUNDPROOF b...ox. That totally negated the effectiveness of the passive sonar microphones they had listening for suspicious sounds. If they had gotten suspicious and had used active sonar to ping me, they would have got an extremely clear result as the water-air interface acts like a mirror to sound. As they had several sonar units, they would have known my. "Well, that explained that first yelp, at least."Oh, you poor dear!" Yes!" she whimpered petulantly.I reached between us with a hand that hadn't been outside the sleeping bag all night, and palmed her whole pussy. She was very cold to my touch, but that meant mine was..."Ooohhhhh that's so nice and warm"I pressed into her gently rubbing and warming her, she cooed and nuzzled her snow-wet hair into my shoulder, literally melting into me. Two bodies in a well insulated space. It doesn't matter if. Hazel was now hunching herself back on to my cock and we were both getting near to cumming again. Hazel said, “I hear Darren’s got a huge black cock, f******n inches long!” I heard my wife’s voice say, “No its only ten inches long, ----er-- or so I’ve been told!” Her mother continued, “And he’s fucking all his women customers with it. Mrs Evans says he fucks her every week! I heard an intake of breath from the other end of the phone and my wife saying, “He wouldn’t Hazel she’s a fat ugly woman. I mean, I don’t know if I would marry you. I never thought about it.” She didn’t say anything else. She pulled me to her and I held her close. She didn’t make a sound, but I felt hot tears on my cheek and knew she was weeping. I didn’t know what she was going through, but I sensed that the right thing was to hold her. After a moment, she took my hand and rubbed it on her pussy. I took off her panties and with them tied her hands loosely above her head to a spoke of the brass bed. I had never.