” “What are you going to do, sis?” “I have no idea. What about you, what are you going to do?” “Same. I have no idea.” This was all beco...ing a bit depressing and depressed is the last thing I wanted to feel right now, so I quickly changed the subject. I bit the bullet and decided now was the time to send him some of the photos I had taken. “Let's not talk about that for now.” “Okay.” “So anyway, I took your advice and used it with the photos I took. Would you like to see some of them?” He was. .. I do need to come over. There IS something we need to talk about. Give me a few moments to get ready and I will be over shortly ... say about 10.30am. Is that OK with you?”Danny said it would be OK but he couldn’t help noticing how flat Peter’s mood had become. He knew it couldn’t be anything too serious. He would have heard about it, surely! Maybe Peter and Becky were having problems after all. Were they splitting up? Could Becky be pregnant? Did Peter have some terminal illness that Danny. I really didn't care. That nice big cock had fucked me wonderfully and I was so happy. And, Brian had his hands on Irene's boobs, so he had nothing to be jealous about. We were all happy together in one bed. "Shall we watch you two do it like last weekend?" Irene asked me. "You and Brian are so beautiful to watch. Look, he's nice and hard," she said lifting up his rigid cock for me to see. I got up, walked around the bed to where my boyfriend was lying, had him roll onto his back and got up. Fiona was beginning to think that the instigator Doris was a bit of a Nymphomaniac with the way that she seemed up for almost anything morning, noon, and night.After dinner, they planned to go to the casino just to see if it was anything like in the exciting films with the strong virile men and the beautiful women who languished about looking for a quick tumble in a quiet corner.When they entered the main gambling room of the casino, it was a bit disappointing because everyone was so engrossed.