Her orgasm was so intense her knees buckled and she slid down the shower wall. After, while drying off she found she still could not get that image ou... of her head. She again slipped her fingers to her special spot to coax out another climax yet to no avail as she still had her uncle on her mind. There was only one cure for this itch and she left the bathroom naked with a determination that even surprised her.She stood in the doorway, still naked watching her uncle sleep. She started to. They might think I have done away withhim. With me, that is. Another thought occurred to him. Am I going to beable to get at my bank accounts? People won't believe I am me.The full enormity of his situation was beginning to dawn on him.He needed time to figure this out. First he had to contact the office. Hehad to stop them calling the police. He couldn't speak on the telephone.He couldn't even risk telling them he was ringing on Derek's behalf. Thatwould raise too many questions.He had an. Mike took inspiration from the image of Becki's tiny breasts snuggled between the lightweight nipple ring arm-bands and Pam's stay up stockings framing her juicy cunt straddling the masturbation machine. Mike drew up the new prototype as a pair of wide metallic straps around the very top of the thighs connected to the new slimmed down clit to arse vibrator panel by several miniature flexible rotating drive shafts.Faye brought Molly, Becki and Gemma round to Mike's workshop to review the very. I glanced down at them, and Lindie's gaze followed mine. I'd been letting my hair grow long like a girl's hair too; my parents didn't care, and no boys here in Utopia could get away with calling me loathsome for looking like a girl. It must be quite obvious, I thought, that I did like to *look* like a girl at any rate."Um--why do you ask?" I asked her, shyly smiling. "Do you think I'd look good in a bathing-dress like yours?" I even dared to add, "Would you like to see me showing off *my*.