We'd gone to one of their gigs in early December, where we'd met Steve for the first time. He didn't make a particularly strong impression on me, eith...er way, but he did on Inez."I don't like him," she declared firmly. "There's something about that guy that gives me the creeps."Her reservations gained traction when Eileen told us over the holidays that Steve seemed to have taken an interest in her. He'd done nothing overtly, but appeared to want to create situations where the two of them were. She even thought to have a hospital style sanitary lidded trash can to dispose of your used rubbers. This was going to be one wild night. My wife Julie and her bull-dyke lover Linda couldn’t wait to get their hands on each other. They were already making out on the floor. You could tell who was in charge when Linda put both of her hands on Julie’s shoulders and forced her head downward until it was in her pussy. The next words I heard were “go ahead baby eat that snatch” as my wife’s head went. Samantha looked me right in the eyes as she shifted herself so that my cock was at her entrance, and I thrust upward to enter her. Her mouth and eyes both opened wide as she gasped at me entering. I grunted and grabbed both of her breasts as her slender arms wrapped around my broad shoulders. I began to pound her mercilessly against the wall, my ass cheeks clutching in and out with every thrust, and a deep groan escaping my throat with every push. Samantha whispered something unrecognisable in. As I was thinking and worrying about what was going to happen, thebathroom door flew open. I was already jumpy and that made it worse. Ijumped and peed on my self and on my jeans. I guess it really caught meoff guard because I didn't stop peeing. I looked and saw my brotherstanding there. We both looked at the floor and saw a puddle.He said, "The door was closed and you are standing and standing in apuddle. Sorry man, but you know the rules, I gotta tell dad. In fact,why don't you just come.