Then I created an entire catalog of day sounds and a corresponding record of night sounds.Voices were another story. For days after I recognized that ...I was hearing voices, I couldn't begin to tell one from the other or even male from female. I spent my hours of awareness reviewing the latest attack and trying to piece the details of my last few weeks back together.Thankfully, that didn't last. One day I distinctly heard Rebecca giving orders to someone. With every bit of my strength I tried to. "that was what I was waiting for" she whispered. Then we started kissing again. I sat down on the chair and she climbed on top of me. I stared to get a boner and I knew she felt it because she was slightly rubbing her sweet little pussy against my rock hard cock. She started to unbutton my shirt. " Stacy, are you sure you want to do this?" I asked. "I've been wanting this for so long now" she said. And kept unbuttoning my shirt. She took it off and I took her shirt off and started to lick and. I found that I didn’t really need the flashlight; the full moon hung fat in the sky, guiding my way. I decided to head east, away from the highway. Even at this distance—easily half a mile—I could see traffic streaming by and knew it was too busy for a naked teenager to stumble upon. Most of the lights from the houses were off, but I knew I had to make sure to avoid the burning lights; if I went near those, it meant I could be seen. My first excursion wasn’t too big of a walk. I went to the end. She gets on the table and her head hangs off one end. I walk in front of her and pull my cock out of my pants. She looks at me and says"Wow that is huge, I don't know if I can get that in my mouth." Knowing that she is playing her part I say"Well you don't have a choice, it will be in your throat."With that she opens her mouth and takes only a quarter of it in her mouth and swirls her tongue around the head. I let her do this for a second and then I push the rest into her mouth. I feel the tip.