My mind kept telling me I had to do something. I had to do something or she was going to die. I grabbed one of my towels, wrapping it around her arm.N...w what?Get help, a voice screamed in my head. I rushed out of the bathroom, frantic to find my phone. I grabbed my purse and dumped its contents across my floor, throwing aside lipstick tubes, tampons, keys, change, and all that other crap in my purse before I found my phone."911 emergency." She's bleeding to death!" I shouted into the phone.It. She remains perched above him, trembling with intoxication. He needs no encouragement. His hands move promptly around to the inside of her thighs and crawl tantalisingly up to her panties. As his fingers slide underneath the thin lacy material, they are immediately soaked in her juices and slip inside of her opening, probing into the depths of her passion. His cock is burning against her thigh, his wetness running down in streams. She sits back onto his hand and brings her face at equal measure. Her little nightie raised up just enough so I could see her matching thong stretching tight up between her tan butt checks. She seemed to stay bent over and looking at the bottles forever and I saw her look over her shoulder to see if I was looking before straightening up and pouring our drinks. She told me to grab the pop corn and drinks and she would grab a coke and the rum. She had a wicked little smile about her when she said we might need more this, shaking the rum bottle gently. We got. His wife was not sexy and not into oral or anal sex. She was just his baby machine and now she did not more babies. Their oldest was a s*******n year old son and the youngest was an eleven month old daughter that she was still nursing and full of milk making her jugs big and heavy. He so wanted to breed her again as when they were breeding he fucked her several times day and night. He loved fucking his wife and Roxy as he needed a lot of sex. His cock was always hard and ready for cunt or ass.