He was literally between her legs when he started to take his shirt off. I just remembered that this was supposed to be a naked massage and I never to...d him the change of plans. I was so excited about the whole experience that I did not care and I wanted my wife to call the shots. Steve lifted his shirt up exposing his strong arms and huge chest. He was more fit to be a football player than a masseuse. Steve had broad shoulders, wide chest, big arms and huge hands. I was shocked to see my wife. ‘Dinner is ready, Paul. I made some grilled chicken and salad.’ I stood up and made my way towards her. She wasn’t that much shorter than me which made her the perfect height for me to wrap my arms around her and give her a deep passionate kiss. Our tongues tried to gain the upper hand as they wrestled with each other. She obviously wanted me and I just hoped that I could deliver. I wasn’t about to let my self-doubts get in the way of my thanking this woman for saving me from the deepest. Perhaps one day our little ones will be out dancing in the moonlight with them." Miranda smiled "can we dance with them too?" Christopher laughed rolling over, he smiled down at Miranda "my sweet Mandy we'll do more than dance with them, have I told you how much I love you today?" Miranda gently touched his lips with her fingertips "a dozen times." Christopher kissed her fingertips "good, I don't think I can ever say it enough, it won't take long at all for the house to be ready, I don't want. Although, I suppose some folks might consider that we were, because Helena was my deceased brother's widow. Anyway I'm sure you understand what I'm getting at.Where was I, I lost myself for a minute. Which isn't very surprising where Helena Fordyce-Wilbury is concerned, she's enough to send any levelheaded man into the nut house.Christ, I had never been able to stand the sight of the woman. Eh ... all right, maybe a bit of an exaggeration, because Helena had a figure to die for and a very.