I started to feel something coating my dick, and looked to see that it was blood.I couldn’t believe how it felt. She was so tight! It felt like it w...s constricting my dick and it was getting harder and harder to control my hips. Soon I found myself groaning loudly along with roses moans. I started slamming my dick deep into her fast and hard as she started to scream. The blood was dripping onto my bed now and it scared me how much of it there was.Suddenly I felt that familiar sensation. I was. Her name was Leila, a short, big breasted Israeli, and Dave, her boyfriend, a bushy haired, bearded hippie dude.The goods-service area at the back of the building became our lunch time haunt. It was rarely used at the time and was the perfect place to smoke a bit of dope before going back to the grind.One lunchtime, I noticed that Leila looked a little quiet. Not her usual ebulient self."Hey! you out of it today?" I asked her."No," she replied, "Dave's leaving and I've got nobody to sleep. Normally, Erin would come home at 3am, and Lynn and I would be waiting, just like good little spouses. Well this time they would be waiting for me. Lynn would get home at about 5:30pm for round one with her wife; and I would arrive at about 8:00pm for round two with both of them, if I could get between them.Erin went in to the bar on Thursday night. The fill-in bartender was in a car accident and had to beg out of that night. She had been doing good so Lynn and I did not feel worried about it.. Mom went thru a phase of going out and getting drunk and fucking anything with a dick. Sometimes she would come home with a man, sometimes two men, sometimes her friend and a man. You get the idea. After a couple of years she grew out of that phase and now comes alone most of the time. I heard mom come in, she is really drunk. I hear her stumble through the house and to her room, then silent. I decide to check and make sure she is okay and to see if she is alone. I turn on the light in the.