You don't mind, do you?"I tried to take in my surroundings, which was difficult, because the room was spinning. Toddworth, who was inclined against th... wall off to our left, was leaning forward expectantly. The good doctor of psychology was also leaning toward us, his elbows on his knees, his eyes glittering. Something was rotten in the state of Denmark. Little Miss Hamlet, however, didn't seem capable of figuring it out. "Okay, Janie. I'll stay awake and make sure ... um ... he doesn't turn. The distinctive house style that earned the nickname 'Magpies', although spoken only with great care, lest it's use offend. I smiled at the thought, I secretly thought it apt, not just for the obvious look, but because of the shared habit, the love of pretty things, the urge to collect them. My plaything was indeed a pretty thing. Pretty and soon to learn her fate, but first she must suffer, and I knew even now that suffering had started again...I'm going to die. I'm sure of that. The bitch is. This made me quite happy as many thoughts of sexual possibilities entered my mind. I'm a guy with insatiable sexual desires and having gorgeous women under one roof entertained a lot of things that can happen. The first few weeks of togetherness was not at all awkward as they have gotten used to me and think of me as the cool brother-in-law. I was nice to them as well as they are genuinely nice girls. We would swap chores in the house and maintained a very casual and relaxed atmosphere. Even. Slowly, slowly, her legs opened, just a hint, and she put her hands down onto her smooth thighs. "I just started to touch my legs, and then my hands sort of went here," she explained, easing her little skirt up higher and giving me a glimpse of her white panties. Her legs were fantastically sexy, smooth and slightly tanned, but my eyes were gazing higher and were rewarded by the sight I wanted to see - the top of her thighs and the crotch of her knickers, slightly hidden by her hands. She was.