Now her voice was filling him with raw passion. What wouldn't he give to see that scene again? Now he would appreciate seeing a woman jerking off.

"Do you remember?" Marge was saying.

Biff hadn't been listening. The last thing he had heard her say was that he and Sandy used to play in the back yard.

"Yeah, I remember," Biff croaked, his throat constricted with excitement.

He remembered, all right. He remembered seeing this woman rubbing herself into ecstasy. And now, years later, the memory was turning him into a fiend of lust.

"Those were good times, weren't they, Biff?" Marge was saying.

"Yes, they were," Biff managed to say, although his breath was coming in desperate gasps.

With one hand, Biff tore at his belt as he tried to hold the telephone receiver to his ear. This voice was driving him wild.

"By the way," Marge said, "is your mother at home?"

"No, no, she isn't," Biff said as evenly as he could.

He had his prick out by this time. It stood from his crotch and jerked its fat cockhead. When Biff ran his fingers along it, he shivered.

The idea of jerking off while listening to Marge's voice was irresistible. Biff knew it was pretty weird, but he couldn't help himself.

"Well, tell your mother I called," Marge said.

"Wait," Biff gasped.

By this time he had his hand around his prick. He was pulling the loose skin back and forth along the thick cock.

Biff had to to pull himself together enough to keep Marge on the line while he jerked off. He realized that his voice must sound peculiar to her. But he didn't want her to hang up until he had shot his load. Her voice was so sweet and sexy that he had to hear it as he came.

"Ah, when is Sandy coming home?" he asked.

"In about two weeks, I think," Marge said. "Let's see. She'll be home on the twenty-second."

Marge's voice was still terribly exciting to dxc boy. As he stared across the room, he could almost see her standing in front of her mirror with her fingers in her cunt.