I couldn't sleep. Although I felt a bit more relaxed about things there was a doubt chafing away at the back of my mind. I wanted to believe that it w...sn't Jean, but I was sure it was a woman by the way she moved.Jean was massaging my foot. As I watched I realised it wasn't mine. The leg was like a fat pink grub. She lifted the ankle and brought the foot to her lips. I sat up yelling "NOOOOOO!", and I felt a hand clamp over my mouth."Shut the fuck up, you clampett!"I looked up and saw Derek. What would have happened if that first murder never took place? That both Cain and Abel grew to an old age together, loving each other as brothers do. Would this world still have the hatred in it? Would this world have had the Adolf Hitler’s, or the Osama bin Ladin’s, who have killed thousands of people? What about the Jeffery Dahmer’s, the David Berkowitz’s, or Ted Bundy’s who murdered and tortured untold amounts of people? Would it all have happened?” “But where there is hatred, there has to. He kissed me and was squeezing my arse and tits through my dress. I was so sexed up knowing the young spy was about 2 metres from where we were with a perfect view. We licked tongues and I helped my husband undress. I stripped down to my bra and panties and made them both wait until I finally took my panties off and whipped my bra of over my head. My 44dd’s bounced wildly out of my big bra and all the time my husband was groping and sucking them I pushed them right out for the young man. I got. We finished our lunch. She went to keep the plates inside the kitchen. I ran to the hall kept the pillow on my dick to cover my erection. Then she came and tells me to remove the pillow as she had to give it for dry cleaning.I removed the pillow and gave it to her. She saw my fully erect dick and was shocked to see it fully erect. She pounced on me and whispered that I need that between my legs. We French-kissed for 20 minutes. Our tongues were doing the talking. Meanwhile, I tore her t-shirt.