I pinned her down on the bed and started finger fucking her, rubbing the clit with one hand and fingering her. She couldn’t hold any longer and came... with a shudder. I sensed her pussy was wet enough and she was ready.I was already angry for the bush.We came into missionary and she guided me in, holding my dick in her tender, soft hands. I started ramming her brutally and mercilessly. I was giving her long and hard strokes, trying to reach as deep as I could. She was digging her nails in my. . their...”“What the heck are you talking about?”“Excuse we. Speak us ... We this ... still work...”“Where are you? Who is this?”“This new. We work technique. One ... second?”The voice alternated between normal speech, grainy radio signals, and loudspeaker distortions. Phil rubbed his ear, trying to clear whatever obstructed his hearing.“This work do? Sorry, is this working?”Phil stopped turning, instead glancing straight up into the partially overcast sky. “Yes, but who are you? What is this. He's three degrees behind you, so you've probably got three years."In the last week or so I'd started getting just a little hopeful that the third and fourth year courses may not be the killers that I feared them to be. That slight reduction in my level of pessimism did not extend to convincing me I could knock off a bachelor's, a master's and a doctorate in successive years! I hoped Julia didn't truly believe her dig at Andrew.Ava met us at school exactly as she'd done yesterday, wanting to. “Which is why the next question is what to do with the annexed towns from Alaska, British Columbia, and California? Organize them into counties, too?” Marcy’s voice intruded upon my thoughts.“How do you do that? Listen to my thoughts?” I asked my angel-wife, who simply laughed and kissed me very hard on the mouth.“Oh, honey, a girl’s gotta have some secrets!” Marcy winked at me before feeling me up again.“I see,” I shook my head, making her laugh even harder.“Kiss me, you grouch!” Marcy.