I stroked it slowly so she could see what she was doing to me. I watched as she typed a little and caressed her sexy breasts, stroking slowly for her....Every so often, her hand would disappear between her legs, clearly touching herself as we played on cam. I stopped occasionally to type her a message before returning to my hard, leaking cock. I wanted to be there with her, to rub my knob against her sexy soft breasts. I could see that she had her legs open and one hand between them,. Surgical gloves." She gulped at her scotch. "This guy isn't a garden-variety stalker. He's that serial killer, isn't he?"Probably, I said silently. I say probably not so much from what you saw, ski mask and surgical gloves to the contrary, but from what you sensed with your unique ability, Leah."Frankly, Leah," Greg said, "from what you've told us, he could be anyone: this killer you mentioned, or a different stalker, or just a man in the parking lot. But I, for one, plan to take this very. But it’s just that, my pussy – ““YOUR PUSSY WHAT?!? I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR PUSSY!! Wait, I’ve got an idea. This should put you right.”He took out his phone. “Now listen, when I start shooting the video, you’re going to say, no, swear, that you’re my personal cum slut. You get it? You will also say that you want to be my cum dumpster. Not that you weren’t, but let’s make it official, shall we? And also say that you have an innate desire to fuck your dad, your brother, and your mom. Swear. Her golden tanwas sharply highlighted by the white outline left byher bikini top. She shook her hair all around in asensuous movement, and then took her place in the wifeparade.I started the music again. My eyes were fixed on mybeautiful wife as she proudly paraded around the room.Her tits jiggled and danced with every step. Every nowand again she would look over at me and smile. Whenthe music abruptly stopped it was Gale who was withouta lap to sit on.Krista ended up seated on this guy.