Then he peeks his head around the corner to be sure there is nobody to listen. Then he shoves an envelope in my chest, saying, “What the hell are yo... in contact with the Junkyard Bomber for.”“Calm down. I sent him a letter, asking him to turn himself in.”“And why the hell do you think he would do that?”“Because bombing people is counterproductive to his cause and I gave him a way to rectify the situation. Now, why the hell did you open my mail and read it?”“Do you think I would deliver mail. "Ladies, food is on the table."Both of them walked into the dining area wearing slightly more conservative bikinis and very happy and satisfied smiles.The rest of the morning was spent swimming and lounging in the sun. I introduced the two of them to my neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Shannon and soon the four of them were in animated conversation. I had to chuckle. Bill Shannon could not get his eyes off the ladies which earned him reproving looks from his "bride" and eventually not so subtle pokes. Sandwiched between them, unable to move, I poured myself into the kiss. His hands left my face and went to my breasts, roughly squeezing them and pinching my nipples. I was helpless to defend against it and found myself moaning out my approval. He broke the kiss and lowered his head to my chest, sucking in one nipple as he tortured the other.Mal kept a firm hold of me and alternated kissing my neck with growling into my ear all the things they were going to do to me. My already dripping pussy. I really wanted to enjoy more time with Fiona but at the same time I knew I had to get to sleep so I could find out if Whisper was going to appear in my dreams.Fiona added something that helped my decision. "I promise to be good and let you sleep. I know how much you want to find out about your girl." She sat on the bed waiting patiently.I let out a sigh. It wasn't one of impatience or even sarcasm. It was more like a weight had been lifted. Nodding, I went to her bed. Fiona hit a light switch.