was back on the balcony, dressed and ready to go when they made their appearance. I heard a noise and turned to see Tonia coming across the room. She was wearing a short, black, jersey dress that fitted perfectly without being tight. As a result it shifted as she moved, subtly drawing attention to the woman inside it and making you acutely aware that she was wearing little or nothing beneath. The top covered only half the upper swell of her breasts, again enticing by suggestion rather than display. To cap it all, the shoulder straps weren't over her shoulders at all but half way down her upper arms and obscured by a white, translucent ruffle. It looked as if, at any second and at the slightest excuse, the whole thing would slip, exposing her breasts to the world. She was bare-legged and, on her feet were a pair of white sandals with transparent straps and four-inch heels. Her hair had been brushed till it gleamed and hung in soft, chestnut waves around her shoulders.
My cock was instantly hard. I leapt to my feet, raised her hand and brought it to my lips.
"You continue to astonish me," I murmured.
"I take it you approve, then," she said with an amused glance at the bulge in my trousers.
"I wouldn't say 'approve'. Perhaps we could just forget dinner so I can screw you in that dress. As it is I shall be on tenterhooks all night wondering if these straps'll slip."
She brought her hand up to her throat, blushed and giggled. "That's the whole idea. It's actually quite secure… I think."
At that moment Lola came through and my bulge became a painful lump. Like Tonia she had gone for the simple statement with a dress as short as Tonia's but in a deep golden silky material. Like Tonia's it slid and slithered as she moved enticing the viewer to imagine the nearly-naked body underneath. The top was more conservative, covering her breasts completely and with spaghetti straps going up over her shoulders. Despite that the material seemed to form itself caressingly around her breasts leaving no doubt about their shape and size. Her hair was piled elaborately on top of her head and pinned with combs the same colour as her dress. She was also bare-legged and wearing the same sandals as Tonia except hers were gold. I resisted the temptation to grab her and contented myself with kissing her hand.
"You look ravishing," I said. "but I would prefer to see you look ravished."
She gave one of her throaty laughs. "Perhaps you will before the night is out."
"I take it the intention is to seduce out hosts?"
"Oh, shit," Tonia gasped. "I didn't think… Are you okay with that?"
"A bit late to think of it now," I teased. "As it happens, yes, I'm okay with it. If I'm going to have it away with a hot blonde, it's only fair you should get your share of the fun." She looked doubtful so I put my arms around her and hugged her. Her perfume was intoxicating. "Will you love me any less tomorrow morning?" She shook her head. "And I won't love you any the less. He's a very distinguished looking and charming man. I don't blame you for fancying him. Just one thing though… make sure he survives the night."
For an instant she looked puzzled then she giggled and kissed me on the cheek. "I could give you the same warning."
I stood back and looked at them, shaking my head in admiration. "I'm very glad we're eating here. There would be a riot if you went out dressed like that."
Lola rolled her eyes. "Why do we listen to this blarney?" she sighed.
"Because it's good for our egos and, besides, he actually means it," Tonia said.
"That's the trouble. He's such a believable bastard." She stepped in close and sniffed. "Change the aftershave. Something deeper and muskier; you've got a blonde to seduce. That's better," she added as Charles made the necessary adjustments. She shivered and rubbed herself against me. "That'll get her motor running." She stepped back and surveyed me critically. "You need a jacket - a light one to match your trousers." She nodded approvingly at Charles's choice.
"I still can't get used to that - this instant appearance of things. It's unnerving," Tonia said. "There should be a puff of smoke or something."
"I'm sure Charles could arrange that," I laughed then glanced at my watch. "Shall we go forth and conquer?"
"Not with that watch," Lola said aghast. "Take it off. You need a Rolex at least." I pictured nice watch I'd seen in a jeweller's window. "Right," Lola said. "Now we can go and take on the world."
"Not all of them in one night," I said in mock horror. "Surely that's too many even for you?" They chased me out of the door.
I suggested we take the lift, thinking of their four-inch heels. Lola was having none of it. "You can't make an entrance from a lift," she said firmly. So down the stairs we tripped. She was right, of course, as usual. If their appearance this afternoon had caused a stir, this evening's entrance caused a shockwave to ripple through the residents gathered in the lounge and bar. I tried to take in the variety of expressions ranging from shock to out-and-out lust while maintaining a pose of supreme indifference; as if I was so accustomed to these reactions that they were hardly worthy of notice.
Our host spotted us and rose to his feet to greet us. Then he did a double-take and I almost burst out laughing as the various expressions flitted across his face; surprise, disbelief, wonder and lust, before he mastered himself and finished with a suave and welcoming smile. His companion was eyeing us up more obviously with envy being the main component. She tore her eyes away from the competition and gave me the once-over. She must have liked what she saw for her eyes widened slightly and she, too, rose to her feet with a welcoming smile.
"Good evening," our host said, shaking my hand firmly. "You and your beautiful companions have, once again, caused a small stir in this rather staid establishment. I am Viktor Florian and this is Lidja." He indicated his 'wife'.
I introduced us. He made to bow over the Lola's hand but before he could raise it, she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, the proper European way of left cheek, right cheek, left cheek. He was startled, having expected to meet, I presumed, the normal British reserve. Tonia followed Lola's example. Not to be outdone, I greeted Lidja the same way. Close-up I realised she was probably a few years older than I had first estimated but she was no less attractive for that. Her skin was soft and clear. It was the impending crow's feet around her eyes and mouth that gave the game away.
"They don't do things by halves, these two," I murmured in her ear.
She gave a nervous half giggle. She was clearly not comfortable with the sophisticated sexuality of my companions. She was probably used to being the centre of attention and, under normal circumstances, there is no doubt she would have been. I determined to put her at her ease with or without Charles's help.
Viktor asked what we would like to drink. The ladies requested mineral water and I fresh orange juice. Once again Viktor was taken aback.
"I presume we'll be enjoying wine with dinner," Tonia said sweetly. "And I find too much alcohol dulls the senses." She turned to me. "Perhaps you could choose a suitable wine for our enjoyment."
I burst out laughing much to the puzzlement of our hosts.
"Tonia is, in her usual delicate manner, reminding me that I am a wine philistine," I explained.
"I regard myself as a bit of a connoisseur," Viktor said smoothly, perhaps expecting a family quarrel to break out. "Perhaps you would allow me…?"
"That would be most kind," I said affably.
I was rather enjoying this. He was older, more experienced and clearly 'a man of the world'. It was more than likely that he had decided to seduce my ladies and offer me his 'wife' in exchange, having taken us for louche Brits - and my two scallywags kept wrong-footing him
"Are you here on holiday?" Lidja asked, taking the conversation into safer waters by asking an obvious question.
"Combining business with pleasure," I said, smiling meaningfully at her.
"May I ask what it is you do?" Viktor asked.
"Foreign investment," I said promptly. I noticed Lola suppress a smile.
"You are looking to invest in this area?"
I nodded. "We see a number of opportunities."
"We?"
"The Thompson Partnership."
"You represent them?"
"I'm one of the partners."
"I see." He nodded as if that explained everything. "Do you invest only in Spain?"
I shrugged. "We're willing to listen to an interesting proposal from anywhere."
"I have wide connections. I might be able to put some business your way," he said deliberately casually.
"As I said, we're always willing to listen. You can't find out anything if you don't listen."
"That is certainly true. Perhaps, before you leave, you can give me a contact."
"Certainly."
"This man means you harm," came Charles's voice in my head.
"I had that suspicion," I thought back. "Any details?"
"I do not have the necessary references but it is not physical and not immediate."
"Thanks, Charles." I tuned to Lola. "Lola, I'm sorry. I've a message from Charles I should give you."
"Charles?" she said in some surprise.
"Yes. He warns that our immediate venture carries some risk and we should be on our guard." I hoped she would understand the reference.
"Charles is an old worrywart," she said gaily. "Still, I don't suppose it would hurt to proceed cautiously."
"He has our best interests at heart." I turned to Viktor and Lidja. "I apologise for talking business at dinner but it only came to my mind just now." I looked directly at Lidja and smiled. "Sometimes I get quite distracted."
Viktor noticed the direction of my attention. "That is not surprising. You have a lot to distract you," he said, directing his gaze at my ladies.
Lidja blushed slightly and giggled. Lola and Tonia beamed.
"I must say I am impressed with this hotel," I said, looking round. "Sometimes brochures aren't entirely accurate in their descriptions but this one seems to live up to its description."
"Yes, it is nice, isn't it," Lidja said.
"Have you stayed here before?"
"No. This is our first time. It was recommended by a friend." There was just the tiniest hesitation before the word 'friend'.
We chatted about the hotel and the area. While they had not stayed here before Viktor and Lidja knew the area. They were both amusing raconteurs and gave us much information about what there was to see and do away from the tourist strip.
We were called to dinner. Viktor stood and offered an arm to Tonia and Lola. I escorted Lidja. As we reached the table, I dropped my hand and gave her bottom a good squeeze. She gave me a startled glance then a quick smile and relaxed into my hand.
Dinner was excellent, as was the wine Viktor chose. I said as much.
"I thought you said you were a philistine," he said.
"I am. I know nothing about vineyards and vintages and whatnot, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy a good wine," I replied with a smile. Again he seemed slightly discomfited.
Throughout the meal I flirted with Lidja while Viktor subjected Lola and Tonia to a charm offensive. He did not realise his efforts were wasted as the ladies had already made their minds up to screw him into submission.
"Something is amusing you?" Lidja asked.
I leant towards her and whispered. "Your husband is wasting his time."
She looked both startled and disappointed. "You mean…?"
"I mean they've already made up their minds. I only hope he's still alive tomorrow morning."
"And me?"
"You won't be fit for anything, I can assure you."
"Oh," she gasped and a slow flush spread over her face.
I dropped my napkin and, while retrieving it, walked my fingers up her leg and under her skirt. She gave me a sensual smile and ran her tongue quickly across her lips. My cock sprung to attention. She was a most desirable woman and I was looking forward to the night.
Dinner over, we rose.
"Perhaps a drink at the bar?" Viktor suggested.
"If you prefer, we could have a nightcap in our suite, where we could continue our acquaintance in less public surroundings," I countered.
Viktor raised an eyebrow. "That is very civil of you. We would be delighted."
I noticed he didn't consult Lidja. Behind his back Lola gave me a discreet 'thumbs-up'.
While everyone was admiring the view from the balcony, Lola accompanied me to the small kitchen area.
"You're a smooth bastard," she murmured, hugging me and nibbling my ear-lobe. "Are you sure you've not done this before?"
"Office politics," I grinned. "Play them at their own game. It keeps them off balance."
"The warning from Charles; I take it it was about Viktor."
"Yes. Nothing specific, though. Just that he was dangerous."
"I could have told you that. I'm looking forward to tonight but I wouldn't want to spend any quality time with him. You okay with Lidja? She's not his wife, by the way."
"I'd sort of worked that out for myself and, yes, I'm okay with her. I wouldn't want to spend any quality time with her, though."
She laughed and punched me lightly on the arm.
While the others were out on the balcony, I discreetly manoeuvred Lidja in the direction of the bedroom. Not that she needed much manoeuvring. She seemed as eager as I to become more intimately acquainted. On the way I had Charles produce a suitably chilled bottle of champagne and two glasses in the bedroom.
"Champagne," she exclaimed as I lifted the bottle from the ice bucket. "How thoughtful. How did you manage that?"
I gave her a sly grin as I popped the cork. "I have my ways."
She held up her glass in a silent toast. "Are you trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me?"
"Do I need to get you drunk?" I asked archly.
She giggled. "You are naughty."
"But not as naughty as I hope to be," I responded.
"And how naughty is that?"
"That depends," I said softly, leaning over and planting a gentle kiss on her lips, "on how much you let me."
A little shiver ran up her spine. "And that depends," she said in a voice husky with lust, "on how well you can persuade me."
"Oh, I think I can be very persuasive when I set my mind on it," I said, sitting beside her on the bed and caressing the back of her neck.
"And is your mind set?"
"In concrete."
"Then I think I might be fairly easy to persuade."
I sat close beside her and planted little kisses on her neck and nibbled her ear while we sipped our champagne. My free hand roved over her neck and shoulders and up and down her back. Beneath the smooth skin she was nicely muscled; the sort of muscles that come from regular visits to the gym and a good personal trainer. I kissed her neck and nibbled her ear lobes. She allowed me to take these liberties but, other than sighing appreciatively, was unresponsive. I tilted her face towards me and kissed her. She responded well enough to that, her tongue duelling with mine. Her hand came up around my neck and she ran her fingers through my hair as our kiss became more heated.
I relived her of her champagne glass and urged her to her feet. Her dress zipped at the back. There is something very erotic about the sound of a woman's dress being unzipped. I took care to do it slowly, brushing my fingers down her spine and planting small kisses as I did. I eased the dress off her shoulders and planted more kisses across her shoulders and back. She shivered slightly and leant into me. Having freed her shoulders, I eased my hands down under the front and caressed the upper slopes of her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, but I knew that as I'd encountered no straps in my fingertip journey down her back. I eased the dress further down and cupped her breasts, hefting and weighing them in my hands. I did not touch her nipples. At the same time I continued to kiss and nibble at her neck and ears. Her breasts were firm; firmer than they should be. I took me a moment to realise that she probably had implants. Whatever, her skin was soft and they felt nice.
Her breathing had become more ragged and I could feel her chest rising and falling and the thudding of her heart. I nibbled at her ear lobe and kissed her neck as I ministered to her breasts. Other than press more firmly against my growing erection, she did little to reciprocate. I pushed the dress down over her hips. She shimmied a bit to let it puddle at her feet. Beneath she was wearing a pair of tiny blue satin panties. My hands were at her hips so I slipped them round her front, one of them down over the blue panties and the other back to her breasts. I gave in inward smile for the satin material was damp to the touch. I played with her labia, gently rolling the outer lips beneath my fingers while hefting her breast and teasing the hard nipple and nibbling at her neck and ear. She parted her thighs to give me easier access and ground her bottom against my erection. Other than that she made no move to take the initiative.
I was in a quandary. Before encountering Charles, my experiences had been limited and, since then, all the women I'd been with hadn't been backward in coming forward, so to speak, and letting me know what they wanted. To be with someone who clearly wanted me to make all the running was a novel experience and I wasn't certain of how to proceed. After a few moments dithering I suddenly decided that it didn't matter a toss. Lidja had chosen to be here. She'd chosen to let me make all the moves. If she didn't like what I was doing she could either tell me or leave. I'd gained enough confidence recently to be sure that my ego wouldn't be too badly bruised if she upped and went.
I turned her to face me. She smiled and her hand curled round my cock. That was something, at least. I pushed her gently backwards until she fell onto the bed. I pulled her panties down and she raised her legs to assist. There was no mistaking her arousal. The material at the crotch was several shades darker, decidedly damp and smelt deliciously of aroused woman. Her pubis was shaved leaving just a small blonde triangular patch with the point down like an arrowhead pointing the way. Her slit was long with thin outer lips and the inner ones protruding like some exotic purple flower.
Dropping to my knees, I hooked her legs over my shoulders and thrust my face between her thighs. She gave a small gasp and I felt her fingers in my hair. Whether this was to encourage me or discourage me, I didn't care. I was going to make her cum. Using the skills I had learned from Tonia and Lola, who knew what they liked and weren't afraid to say so, I plied my lips, teeth and tongue to her vulva. I took it easy at first, trying to find out what pleased her most. It took me a wee while to learn to read her as, other than her ragged breathing and small gasps, she was giving no vocal signals. I must have been doing things right for, after a while, she started to squirm and wriggle, working her vulva against my mouth. She became more demonstrative when I sought her clitoris and abused it with my tongue. However, what finally sent her over the edge was when I slid two fingers inside and began to fuck her with them while sucking her clitoris into my mouth. Her fingers gripped my hair painfully and her thighs pressed down on my shoulders as she tried to lever herself off the bed and shove her vulva into my mouth. I could feel the tension in them and the contractions of her muscles as her orgasm swept through her. With my lips wrapped round her clit, I couldn't do anything about her discharge which spread across my face and dribbled down my chin.
Spent, her legs slipped limply off my shoulders. I made to pull away but her hands prevented me. Instead they were urging me up. I knelt up and looked over her flushed and heaving chest to see her smiling at me. Her hands urged me upward. I loomed over her and she pulled me down into a passionate kiss. I was concerned because my face was more than a bit sticky but it didn't seem to bother her. If it didn't bother her, why should it bother me? I returned the kiss with interest.
"That was… spectacular," she murmured when she eventually let me go.
I tried to make my smile casual. After all, there's little to be said in this sort of circumstance that doesn't sound trite or insincere. I pulled out of her embrace to clean myself up and fetch a wash-cloth for her. I wondered if I should suggest a shower but I wanted to fuck her. I wiped her face and her groin. Her smile was almost predatory and she grabbed my cock and tugged. I chucked the wash-cloth on the floor and crawled between her legs. She spread her thighs wide and humped her pelvis in an obvious invitation. Her labia were red and swollen and open and I could see the pink interior. Invitation was unnecessary; I really wanted to sink my cock into her. She tugged me down and slotted my hard cock into her slit. I pressed forward and sank into her. She wasn't the tightest I'd been in and there was the familiar small tingle as Charles adjusted my size to fit her. Her eyes opened in surprise as she felt me swell to fit her smugly. I gave her a brief smile and started to move. Her eyes closed as she surrendered to the sensations of being fucked.
At first she lay passively, her legs spread wide and her hands resting on my arms but, as I began to increase the pace, she raised her knees and curled her legs around my back. Her fingers dug into my biceps. She didn't actually move with me, just hung on as I ploughed her. The only signs that she was enjoying were the flush that began in her cheeks and spread slowly across her face, neck and upper torso, and the ragged breathing. I wasn't used to this. I was accustomed to women who were active partners and let met know what pleased them either verbally or physically. I was uncertain about how to proceed. Should I screw her harder? Faster? What?
I decided to change tactics. I pulled out until just the tip of my cock was inside her then dove forward slowly, adding a little extra thrust as I bottomed out. This, I knew would provide extra stimulus to her clitoris. With Charles's assistance I knew I could keep this up all night if necessary and I was going to make her react even if it did take all night.
After several moments her eyes opened. "What are you doing?" she said.
I glanced down to where our bodies were joined. "Making love to you."
"Why are doing it like that?"
"Like what?" I said, innocently, giving my hips a little twist as well as the extra thrust.
"Going so slowly."
"Aren't you enjoying it?"
"Yes, but…"
"But…?"
"Don't you want to move more quickly?"
"Do you want me to?" She looked puzzled, as if the idea had never occurred to her before. "I could move faster, or we could change positions. Whatever you like."
"I don't know," she admitted.
"Are you enjoying this?"
"Yes."
"Would you like me to move a little faster?"
"I think so."
I began to move a little quicker. She closed her eyes again.
"No," I said. "Don't close your eyes. I want you to look at me."
Startled, she did as I bid. Her eyes, which, I suddenly noticed, were as much grey as blue, gazed into mine.
"That's good. I want to see your eyes as you cum."
"But, I don't…"
"You will," I said quietly. "You will cum for me and I will be looking into your eyes as you do."
Her mouth made a startled 'o'. I increased my pace, rolling my hips slightly as I thrust in and out. I could feel the pressure of her vaginal walls pressing against different parts of my cock as I did. Her fingers, which had relaxed, suddenly dug into my biceps again. Her eyes widened almost in surprise and, although she didn't actually move with me, I could feel her muscles clench and relax in time with my thrusts. Bit by bit I speeded up, still maintaining long, deep strokes. The flush on her upper body deepened, she began to pant and her body started to tense. Although her eyes were still open and fixed on mine, they became hooded and her gaze turned inwards.
"Yes, beautiful Lidja, cum for me," I murmured. "Let yourself go."
Her hips began little rotating motions. Her fingers gripped my biceps hard, her long fingernails digging painfully into my skin. Her stomach muscles started to convulse and I knew she was close to cumming. Suddenly she went rigid and stopped breathing, her vagina clamped tightly around my cock. I continued to thrust into her as a wave of damp heat flooded my cock. Then she drew a shuddering breath and slumped back, her legs slipping from my back and her hands falling loosely at her sides. Her eyes closed and she turned her head to one side as if she couldn't face me.
I continued moving slowly, letting her come down from her high. After a while she turned back to face me, her smile sleepy and sensual. I smiled back, moving gently within her.
Her eyes flew wide. "You haven't…" she said.
"No, but I will," I said softly. "Turn over."
I pulled out and helped her roll over and onto her knees. She lifted her bottom into the air and laid her cheek flat on the bed, her hands spread flat against the sheet. Her labia, swollen and red with her arousal and dripping with the fluids from her climax, were exposed, open and inviting. I held her hips lightly and entered her in a single smooth stroke. Because I could reach deeper in this position, the tip of my cock bumped against her cervix making her gasp. I paused for a second while Charles adjusted me slightly before starting to stroke in and out of her.
As before I started off slowly, only gradually increasing speed and power. Her eyes closed and her fingers curled against the sheet. I suspected she wouldn't cum like this as I wasn't making contact with her clitoris so I leaned over her back, adjusting my strokes to be shorter and harder, while I reached around and sought her clit with my fingers. She clearly liked this position for she began to pant, her fingers clutching the sheet, and wriggled her bottom. She couldn't move much and I pressed closer, only withdrawing an inch or so before thrusting back in. For some reason this seemed to excite her more and she began to thrust back at me as if urging me to push deeper and move faster. I could feel her rushing towards her peak and, as her vagina clamped itself around my cock, flooded her with my own offering.
After a decent interval, I slipped out of bed, washed myself and returned with a warm, damp cloth. Lidja smiled at me sleepily as I cleaned her, then rolled away from me and curled up in a semi-foetal position as I slipped back into bed. Normally, at this point, I would be floating from the effect of all the endorphins, or whatever they are, but, although I felt physically sated, for some reason I felt an underlying dissatisfaction. I lay for a moment trying to puzzle it out before sleep claimed me.
It was late when I awoke. Lidja was sprawled beside me, her blonde hair spread out across the pillow. In the morning light and without make-up, she looked older than she was, the incipient lines around her eyes and mouth more pronounced. I still could not fathom her out. With a shrug I got up and, after one of Charles's instant refreshers, went to order breakfast. When it came I knocked quietly on Tonia's and Lola's door and got a sleepy reply. I grinned to myself, wondering if Viktor was still able to stand.
Back in my room, Lidja was just waking up.
"Breakfast," I said. "Would you like it here or on the balcony?"
"Here, please," she said.
I joined her on the bed and we did breakfast things for a while. She said nothing and seemed reluctant to meet my eyes. There seemed to be something on her mind. I had nothing in particular to say so I didn't push it.
We were at the coffee stage when she finally looked up. Although she answered my smile, there was something behind her eyes that was bothering her. She took a minute to gather her thoughts.
"I want to thank you for an incredible night," she began.
"But…" I said gently. She gave me a surprised look. "I heard a 'but' in your voice."
She smiled ruefully. "Am I that transparent?"
"Not really, but there's something bothering you."
"You are a strange man."
"Oh?"
She blushed. "I didn't mean it like that. I mean you are unusual… different…" She shrugged. "I'm sorry, my English…"
"Don't worry. I didn't take it offensively. Perhaps you mean that I'm not the sort of man you're accustomed to."
"Yes," she said with relief. "That's it. Then perhaps you will also not take offence if I say that, although last night was wonderful, I would not wish to repeat it soon."
I put down my cup and held her hand in both of mine. "I would not be offended at all. I, too, thought that last night was something special but I had no expectations that it would lead to anything more."
It was a white lie, but only a small one.
"Quite right," Charles said unexpectedly.
She declined the offer of a shower but accepted that of a robe and the 'loan' of some of Tonia's underwear which, of course, Charles made on the spot. I kissed her gently at the door and she hurried away almost, I sensed, with some relief. I noticed, in passing, that the trays had disappeared from in front of Tonia's door.
"What was all that about?" I asked Charles.
"I have to confess I do not know," he replied, sounding puzzled. "It was quite beyond my experience."
If Charles was admitting he didn't know, something very odd was going on.
"You gave her a 'thumbs up'."
"She seemed quite suitable; not special like your other females, but perfectly adequate."
"I did my best to satisfy her. She came three times." I knew I was starting to whine.
"Your performance was adequate."
I bristled, then laughed, realising the absurdity of this conversation. "Only adequate, Charles? I thought I was masterful."
"You always did have an unrealistically high opinion of your abilities," he sniffed.
"Ah, well. Let's just mark that one down to experience, then. Make me some coffee, please."
I was on the balcony, idly reading a book, when Tonia and Lola appeared nearly an hour later. I looked up enquiringly but Lola gave a quick shake of her head. I stood and held out my arms. For a while we just stood, renewing our sense of closeness and marvelling in the bond that seemed to tie us.
Tonia finally raised her head. "An interesting couple," she said casually.
"But I wouldn't want to spend any quality time with them," I grinned.
Tonia laughed and punched me lightly on the arm. I hugged them tightly, we traded kisses and all was right with the world.