Leaning toward the webcam she said, “Oh… I know what you want, Daddy”, and with a huge smile she leaned away, slipping her shirt off as she did....She knew it would make him really really big down there, seeing her naked body. It always did. She continued with her jumping, adding little kicks and bends here and there and having a great time. Soon, though, she felt that impatience grow and she wondered again when he would be home. She looked at the camera with a pleading pout, her pig-tails messy. She cups your balls with one hand and grips your shaft with the other, stroking it as she sucks it. After a while she gets up and lies back on the bed and reaching down and ripping a hole in her pantyhose she says" Show my pantyhose sissy how a real man fucks me, put your hard cock in my cunt and fuck me hard". I have never heard my wife talk like that either and if anything my cock gets even harder, but then as you get between her legs and raise them over your shoulders and drive your cock. What else did I fucking need? An engraved invitation?There would be at least five targets. This was going to be a bitch to do quickly and silently. Fortunately I didn't need most of them alive. Heck, the more I thought about it the more I decided that I didn't really need any of them alive. That cheerful thought brightened my mood significantly. I wanted Wally-boy alive and kicking, but not if it meant operational failure and/or risked my own safety unduly. If I had to, I could pull that. Relieving me of the stress of the moment.“Oh, I have to update my ‘go-go-bag’ too?” Kalista said running up the stairs.Annie and Sarah just looked at me for a moment and then we all sat down together.“That song was such a good Cha-Cha number, Charles. I am really impressed at your ear for tempo,” Sarah said.“It’s not that big of a deal. Even before I started to go to Cotillion I could hear a song and know its tempo, I just didn’t have dance names and their tempos in my head at the time.”“So,.