Dying? The man pushed the girl away and pulled out a massive knife. “I don’t like you SIR! I don’t like your posh accent SIR! I don’t like you... fucking face SIR!” Ling just smiled, he’d worked his way up and had been lucky and skilled in equal measure; this idiot was assuming he was a posh twat who bought his way in because he had a smoother accent. Ling’s smile infuriated the drunk who launched across the room with a swing up which, if it had connected, would have disembowelled him or finished. We were all fairly close to each other and Jim introduced us to his friend, Tom and his ‘friend’ Terry (or Terrie) I was never sure how it was spelt. They were here on holiday “for about the third time” Tom said. They liked coming here because they never felt awkward or threatened in any way.I noticed that Brett was almost gaping at terry’s big tits. He said afterwards that you would never know she had a dick as well without having actually seen it. He was quite captivated by this new. I could not have moved during the night as Mom's panties were still wrapped around my cock and my hand was still holding them in place. I had obviously discarded my underpants somewhere along the line as all I was wearing was a tee shirt and I badly needed a piss. I crawled out of bed and, carrying Mom's panties, I made my way into the bathroom, making certain that the doors to the landing and to my sister's bedroom were secured. I was dying to relieve my bladder but I had a problem with an. Neither of you had any problem fucking the other half to death.After Susie saw how much fun her husband was having I thought she would change her mind, but she acted like a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Mine too for that matter, because now I would have some help satisfying you, plus it turned me on to watch Sam’s cock slide in and out of my wife’s cunt. Then when Susie saw me get a hard watching you two, she turned and left, apparently satisfied that you had things well in.