I ended up a gibbering wreck, I needed to meet her. I asked if we could meet, it seemed an age before she answered. YES, my heart leapt, my brain said...no,my cum covered cock screamed YES, YES, YES. We arranged to meet in Staffordshire about halfway between London and her hometown. The arrangement was to meet at the railway station as both our trains stopped there. That was easy wasn't it I thought, but what can I tell my wife. I made up a story to my wife, and she wasn't too upset at me. In the end, she decided not to make a decision, at least not yet. She would wait until they got to Mauritius. From there she could get a plane home, or go to Thailand with Ryan. By then she might have a clearer idea of what to do.It was another five days before Ryan felt sufficiently fit to set sail again, He wanted to be sure he could handle the boat without Sam’s help. She seemed more disturbed since Osman’s visit and he half expected her to disappear any day. He was surprised when she came. “God, Tonya.”“What, you said he had magic hands, and I was in need...in need of a massage, so I asked him, and he jumped at the opportunity.”“I bet he did.” She turned her attention outside so Tonya wouldn't see the envy on her face.“It's not a big deal, just a massage.” Tonya's voice was too husky and too close to her ear. “Let yourself go, Candy, you deserve it.”The emotional roller coaster Candy had been riding took a zero gravity plummet, and the only word she could get out was, “No.”Tonya. This too was included in our future. We loved watching each other masturbate. She loved watching my cum shooting from my cock. These times usually occurred when we sun bathed on her patio (shrubs were high enough to block the view of others) and she would hand me a drink and a towel when I came into the house. She'd arrange the lawn chairs so we faced each other so we could watch each other. Watching her fingering her open cunt always made me hard to which she would say that I had better take.