I asked her. These are the first words I spoke during the entire massage session till now.She turned her body, lying on her back. Looked into my eyes ...traight. This was the first eye contact we were making during this session. I could not trace any shades of shyness or modesty there. In the depths of her dark eyes I could see lust. Pure and undiluted thirst.I did not see my mother-in-law there. She did not look at her son-in-law either. It was just a woman looking into a man’s eyes. No. She had a small landing strip above her cunt. I crooked my finger and she stepped close.My hand went up to fondle her breast. The nipple hardened and poked out quickly. Her breath quickened. I let my hand flow down her body to her cunt. She opened her legs and I pushed my finger into her cunt. It entered her wet cunt easily. She moaned softly and happily. She was more experienced as I had heard from 'Ine. I pushed a second finger into her cunt and she sounded even happier.I looked at 'Ine and. When did I ever give you anything you didn't want?" She smiled back and relaxed. "Never," she said. "You're right. I'm being silly. Let's go." They decided on Pepsis instead of coffee. They sat at the table, then side by side on the sofa, with the bed in sight at the other end of the room. They chatted for a while, and it became more and more obvious that they were both just stalling. Finally, there came a small silence, when they had run out of small talk. They looked at each other, and they. I sent David after the two on the right, and I went after the two on the left. The only thing that would slow us down was our attempt to recover our bolts from the corpses. Hopefully, the leaf-blade shape was going to make it possible to simply pull the bolt from the wound. If we were lucky, the point would not snag on a bone.We would leave the bolt if we had to, but I hoped that would not be necessary. The idea was to give the impression that we had made all of the kills with a Bowie knife,.