Cheryl had bigger hair and was blonder, though probably bleached blonde I thought. It was really easy to strike up conversation and very relaxed, Aust...ralian-style. Cheryl told me that she lived by the beach and described how she loved to lounge on the sand, which was just up my street because there is nothing I am fonder of. (Almost). A number of other people hung around, some couples some singles, occasionally wandering off to adjoining rooms.The Jacuzzi beckoned but the ladies both preferred. We rinsed off in the ocean and dried off, returning to our original clothing. The smell of burning pecan wood filled my clothes from smoking the brisket which helped cover the smell of sex. Cindy and I sensually kissed before returning to the deck. She looked me deep in my eyes and said “you’re everything I could imagine and more – you’re the first person to ever make me do that…you know…cum everywhere thing.” I smiled, kissed her on her forehead, and told her “it was the hottest fucking sex. It is a letter with a return overnight. I pull out each. The return overnight is to his hotel in Crittenden. The letter is on the Crittenden manufacturing company’s stationery. Pilfering the client’s office supplies are we, Mr. Sheppard? It’s written in that crisp handwriting of his in that fine point blue pen. His handwriting is still precise. It’s not elegant, more functional than that, but there’s a firmness in it that I’m learning to appreciate. There’s a dark smudge on the lower right hand. The window was behind them, and Moira's hair glowed like an aura around her head. She was whispering to Saralinda, and stroking her face. They looked supremely happy. I didn't want to disturb them, but I did need to pee. As quietly as I could, I slipped out of bed and made a run to the bathroom.They hadn't moved by the time I returned, but they did both look at me as I climbed back into bed. They smiled, then turned their gazes back to each other. Moira was talking louder now, though, clearly.