Yes, I can see that you would feel that way. OK, since you could never hope to pronounce my true name, why don't you try calling me "Voice?"OK, Voice,...I can handle that. The next thing is that we are in constant danger from the fragments from our own hand grenades. Would concussion grenades be as effective against the local monsters? If the would, can you switch us over to them. Actually, I would like to have some of the German "stick grenades," since they are easier to throw. Can you do that?I. She caught it. She knew what he meant. She knew what he wanted. She fought the urge to glare back at him; in defiance; in outrage at what she knew he wanted. They had gone around about it so many times. "Maybe he doesn't really mean it." She told herself."Surely he doesn't intend for me to flirt with this man. Surely he doesn't want me to talk to him." She told herself. "What do I say?" she wondered. Do I say: "My husband wants to see me fuck somebody? Are you game?"Jennifer continued to stare. " You're in her grade?" Used to be. I'm in grade ten now. She isn't. She started missing more and more school in junior high, and finally she just vanished. We knew she hadn't moved or anything, so we'd always wondered what happened to her. I did, anyway." Yeah. She doesn't come out to family get-togethers much either. This is the first time I've seen her since we were kids." That's strange. I mean, this disorder she has. It must be awful."She gestured at the mess on the table. "As you can see,. Make that pussy come for Daddy."I couldn't help slamming my cock into her and fucking her with frenzied need. I let my weight fall onto her again and buried my fingers in her tight curls. I threw my head back and my eyes met Jenna's wide stare. I jerked with surprise, but didn't stop driving my cock in and out of my daughter.When Jenna didn't scream or run away, I smiled and whispered, "Shhhh," before looking back down at Callie. "Come for me, baby. Come so Daddy can fill your pussy up."She.