It meant that the twins trusted me; were gradually bringing me into their little world. Not as a participant; there wasn’t even the slightest hint o...f an invitation. No, they were simply opening themselves up to me. Letting me peek in on an intimate personal lifestyle that I’d long suspected.I said, “Okay, if I’m right, the Meriwethers are behind The Restoration. Probably Sarah Meriwether. Martin Folsom is the field director for the operation. One difference between this version and previous. I then saw Alison’s hands inside the girls swimsuit over her developing breasts. “Kiss her” you told me, and I did, a slow peck at first, but as the girl reciprocated, she became more animated with my mouth and she started mewing little moans. Our heads were just above water, so the sandwich that was the three of us with Illia as the filling, was not directly visible, but underneath the water was another story. Alison took one of my hands and placed it between the girls legs. “Do it” she told. I just groaned my gratitude as my cock spurted again.We returned to the company of the rest of the family a short while later, still glowing with the pleasure that we'd both experienced. We were happy and content and feeling good. Regrettably that mood didn't last. As we approached the dining hall with our dishes, one of the alien women spotted us or to be more specific, she spotted me. They were sitting crouched in the shade of the medical unit. The instance she saw me, she started shrieking. He doesn't agree, Alistair. He wasn't trying to convince me. He was warning me."He relaxed and pulled me to him again. "I told Eamon no." I know." I pressed my face into his chest, squeezing my arms around his waist."You didn't doubt me?" He looked down at me with a skeptical grin."No. Well, maybe for a moment. Like, a tenth of a second. And then I remembered it's you."His smile was brilliant as he leaned down to claim my lips in a heated kiss. His voice was a low growl in my ear when he pulled.