In the bathroom mirror, I could see that my bikini tan lines were much more defined than I thought. I guess it was now something I’d just have to de...l with. I stepped in the shower and let the hot water cascade down over my head, shoulders and then my body. I took a few deep breaths and relaxed. I used a scented soap that Missy had left out and also used her razor to make sure any stubble was not noticeable.I dried off and like Missy, I wrapped my towel around my upper torso. I walked down the. He begins to massage her wet pussy through her pants for a moment before he returns to cutting the fabric of her jeans making many holes and tattered shreds. He finally cuts the seam between her thighs exposing her wet panties. He rips the jeans up through the waistband; he seems a bit less patient now. He feels her wet panties with his fingers and she hears him suck the fingers clean of her juices. He pulls the fabric of her panties away from her skin a bit and makes a small cut up near the. Got to watch the old ticker. Staying to lunch - what! Course you are. Hang on - be with you in a tick."And he went to the door and called out. "Two guests for lunch, Emily. See what you can rustle up - there's a good girl." My housekeeper and cook," he explained.Jessica glanced at a photograph of the General and a lady standing by his side. He followed her glance and his brisk, cheery manner deserted him for a minute."My darling wife Olivia. Been dead ten years now. Met her when we were both. ”“Good night Judy. I love you,” I said.But again the line was already dead.I lay awake that night puzzled and annoyed. Judy hadn’t even asked about the girls which was completely out of character. In retrospect, that alone should have piqued my curiosity but the main events were still to come.The following day was Friday. The girls and I had the house ready for five o’clock when Judy was supposed to be home but the hour came and went without either her arrival or any message to explain her.