Well after we had a lovely meal of “Hunter’s Chicken”, we were sat watching TV, my arm was around her shoulders and her head was on my chest. Sh... was wearing a short sleeved sweater, lemon colour if I remember rightly, and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. My eyes moved to her boobs, tightly clad under her angora sweater, making them look rounder than ever, my cock began to grow, Maxine moved her hand and brushed it against my cock accidentally, “ Hey you’ve got a fucking hard-on!” I spluttered some. They were both excited at the idea, and kissed and congratulated Charlotte on being part of it.Eventually exhaustion set in, and I suggested that the three of them stay the night, and so we walked upstairs and, on the landing, Ellie and Sylvie turned and kissed us goodnight and walked hand in hand into their bedroom and Charlotte and I climbed into my bed. I was already rock hard at the prospect of my lover’s body, but she pushed me onto my back and climbed onto me, cowgirl, and eased her damp. Nobody had told him this; he hadn’t been conscious. But even as he had lost consciousness he knew what was happening. He was only surprised that it hadn’t killed him outright. It still could, he knew. He felt of his chest; no incision. So, he hadn’t had any major surgery yet; that would come in the next day or so, maybe later today.If he died on the operating table, he thought, those two brats would probably be glad. And that legal guardian of theirs, Ted Michaels, he’d be thrilled. And that. There they go again, reading minds. I'm still not used to it."Do you, Osama bin Mohammad bin Laden wish each of the charges read to you?" asked the SRU Wizard.Bin Laden was silent."Do you, Osama bin Mohammad bin Laden wish each of the charges read to you?" asked the SRU Wizard.Again, bin Laden was silent."I assume that his silence is a waving of his rights to read each charge," said Grandma."I didn't say that," bin Laden replied."I didn't say that, what?" demanded Grandma.Bin Laden looked down.