The stockings and knickers certainly highlighted her cuntal area. I told her to turn around and show me the back – She turned and then lifted the ba...k of her skirt – the underwear was a thong which nicely came up between her buttocks, also there was a nice seam up the back of the stockings – neatly arranged from the back of her 3 inch heeled stiletto shoes which really did lift her arse especially when she walked.I then told her to turn and face me again and again lift her skirt which she. Her handwriting was beautiful. Every stroke of her pen was a unique work of art, and each word a masterpiece in itself. Wherever that child learned penmanship was not public school.Each letter was signed with her first name only – Cindi with an 'i', and each 'i' was crowned with a sweet, slightly off center, heart. For some reason I was captivated by her precision and devotion to perfect writing.Whoever Cindi was, she deserved to know that the whole family was dead, without divulging that I was. PS, Tay says don't wait up; we probably won't be home tonight."Fuck, I thought angrily and threw the phone on the settee next to me. That little slut of a sister has turned my Taylah into a whore like her. I got up and stormed across the room, furious that Taylah would do this to me, and then the light bulb moment happened.I did this to me. I gave Taylah the hall pass. My exact words to her when she was getting dressed to go were, "Hey, it's your last week of freedom; next week, we will be. ------- At about eight a.m. I was awoken by Megan yelling. “Stephen! Have you no decency?” “What. I was covering her up!” Stephen spit back. “What’s going on?” I asked, realizing that my shirt was pulled over my breasts from the night before. I sat up quickly and pulled it down. “Sorry guys, it’s nothing to fight about.” I said trying to reassure Megan. “Yeah, well I am sick of his perversions.” Megan protested. “He’s always bugging you Leigh.” Stephen threw his hands in the air walking off.