Her tits are squeezing out from under her chest. The sheet is up to the middle of her back. I step closer and can tell she is sleeping by her breath...ng.I pull the sheet down and expose her round ass. It’s white like a ghost with no tan line. I put my hand across her cheeks and she stirred but closed her eyes even tighter. My hand went from the small of her back to her legs, just softly rubbing her butt. I stood up and began to strip. I took off my t-shirt and saw her eyes open a bit. I. "Paul," I commanded. "It's getting dark. Fix the fire. Get Jim and I a drink then sit right there on the picnic table across from us. I want you to watch us."Jim could barely believe his ears but he had a good idea where I was going with this. I sat on the log next to Jim and began to stroke the inside of his thigh as we joked and laughed. Paul soon came back: gave us our drinks and tended the fire. When he was seated across from us I moved my hand to Jim's crotch. I stared at Paul and began. Somehow, somewhere, he found a hidden reservoir of strength and got his feet under himself. Half-crouched, half-standing, Vick saw Greg winding up for another blow to Rebecca's head. His massive arm outstretched, Vick flung himself toward Greg. Vick's hand reached Greg's arm just as it started forward toward the almost-unconscious girl. It was enough to knock Greg off balance, and the blow never connected.The alcohol, the exertion, and the oxygen deficit from his barely functional diaphragm. “When Grandma became very ill, Grandad took time off from the company to look after her, that meant that straight after our wedding your father had to take over which scuppered our plans for a holiday. After the day he fucked me, he turned up at our house one day saying he was going back to work and that he had booked us on a world cruise for our honeymoon.”“Wow Mum! Was that guilt money?”“Maybe,” she replied, “either way it was a fabulous holiday, we were away for almost a year.”“You said that.