Grabbing her bag from the front seat, she headed over to the pillock in the other car to give him a piece of her mind. ‘You fucking moron!’ she y...lled at the blonde bloke climbing out of the purple car, rubbing his head. ‘This is a narrow country lane, not the Monte Carlo Grand Prix! Did you take a wrong turn at Saint Tropez, dipshit?’ When the blonde man turned round to face her, blood trickling down his cheek from a small gash on his forehead, she immediately wished the tarmac would swallow. Saturday and Sunday were reserved for Ashley's Dad and her step-mom. With three sets of grandparents, the girls were in seventh heaven. They'd never had so much non-stop attention.Brad and Ashley spent the first three days alone except for the odd room maid, a waitress or two in restaurants around, and the bellhop who brought up meals from the room service menu. They needed this time alone--they hadn't realized how badly they'd needed it until they were well into the break from everyone else.On. "Oh good you are up I've made breakfast" Bridget says with a smile"You're up early hun it's not even seven yet" Bern replies as she swallows down two headache tablets"I've been up for a while. I can't remember the last time I watched a sunrise, sober anyway, it was beautiful." I don't think I could face anything to eat yet, my head is banging. Look at you all spritely, was it only me that drank last night?" I guess I am used to that amount of drink and you're not," Bridget gigglesSitting at the. He was busy trying to undo my swimsuit. I could not move much but I fought to squirm and get away. All I managed to accomplish was to tear my own suit from my tits leaving them exposed to these two drunk and very horny men.My father had managed to untie one of the stings holding my bottoms on and had put his erection into the crack of my ass and was sliding it back and forth. I did not know if he was too drunk to put it in me, or if he was just humping my ass crack. Once again I yelled at.