“Angel?”“I knew you’d want to be here for this,” she said. “We’ll never be free until she’s dead. She blamed Dag for killing Simon and...she’s made it impossible for us to be together as long as she’s alive. We’re just going to arrange a little accident.”“Angel, you can’t do this,” I said. “Let’s just call the police and turn her over.”“What good are they?” she demanded. “They let her loose when they had her in jail. They couldn’t keep her confined in Belize. Oh, yes. I knew where she was all. However, in the personals was an advert for naturist massages by a mature woman. I had to go out again that evening to get dinner as the hotel wasn’t very good so I decided to see if the woman had a vacant slot for a massage. I phoned the number and asked if she was free that evening (she was for an hours slot at 6pm) and what the massage entailed. She told me it was a naturist massage (both she and I would be naked) and the massage would be for 60 minutes so it wouldn’t be rushed. As I was. " That hurt didn't it?" asked Paula to Kelly."Yes it did," she said ruefully. "Remind me to use a razor next time."They sat in the main salon and waited for hair stylists to call themover. Janet ventured over to the nail salon."No sign of our mothers coming back," said Kelly. "I wonder where theywent?" Not a clue," she replied."Ok, who's first?" asked a stylist."I'll go first," said Kelly."I have to admit that was my first bikini wax," said Linda, nowsitting by Paula. "So, what are you having. We spent some time licking and whispering dirty thoughts before straddling me my wife began her slow descent onto my cock. As she began to ride up and down we heard the stairs creaking and we briefly froze as we heard Charlie walk past our bedroom to the bathroom. The hall light was enough for him to have seen everything. We kept going and began whispering and giggling about the thought of him watching us. Hearing the bathroom door then the approaching footsteps I half expected my wife to stop.