Jilly is quite pretty and very smart. She has blonde hair like Mom, only Jilly keeps hers cut just a little above her shoulders. And she has a really ...cute figure, if a little on the skinny side. Not that I had ever spent too much time looking at her. After all, I had Beth, and I figured that I wasted enough time thinking about sex without succumbing to the temptation of fantasizing about the pretty young girl in my own house. I glanced over at her and she was looking down towards her lap, her. Probably the ones showing my good side, no wait, hell, I don't have a good side. But this kind of talk might give me the wrong reputation. Besides they don't call him the Grim Reaper for nothing you know, no sense of humor. I on the other hand have a great personality. And another thing I don't play chess, I wouldn't be caught near a bishop. But I do understand your mistake; you never really have seen the face of death even though you have been serving him for years. And no you are not. And actually, I kinda liked doing it. This wouldn’t be the last time. I want to get a rise out of James. “Want some of this?” I teased. He looked at me, still unsure, pleading with his eyes, looked over at John in the chair by the bed. John just shrugged. I shrugged my shoulders, lifted my eyebrows and made my eyes wide. “Then unzip your pants and take your cock out,” I ordered. “And you, too,” I said to my husband. I figured if I was going to be the star, then I’d better take charge. I want to give you moreopportunities to explore your feminine side. If you go along with it Iwill know you are enjoying the experience, even when you are tongue-tied."Without waiting for my answer she moved into action. Foam blocksseparated my toes and the smell of nail polish filled the room. Sheexpertly did each toe, chatting all the while. I relaxed and let her workon my toes. Occasionally we exchanged glances that spoke volumes.Finally she was done and the polish was dry. "There, done!.