Moreover, I couldn't discern a panty line. A few men that I guessed had been plying her with drinks were gathered round her enjoying the view. I als... wondered if she would have gone with one or more of the men if I had not been visiting. This is my son I was telling you about, she said to them, he's come to make sure I behave. As I approached, it was obvious she was extremely drunk, and could hardly stand. She staggered towards me and I put my arms around her in a welcoming hug, and to hold. “Will you continue to supply me with what I need?” the beautiful sexy brunette softly asked.“That depends on you and your daughter,” Russell replied.“Cathy won’t be home from school until 3:30,” Cynthia said.Spencer’s cousin’s wife then stood up in front of Russell. That day she had on a designer sweat suit that had a zipper down the front of the top. She slowly slid the zipper down until it was completely undone. Cynthia then slipped the top off and laid it on the coffee table. The sexy. She was ravenous. It was wild and untamed. I pinned her arms to the pillow behind her and kissed down her neck. My mouth followed the familiar trail down to her succulent tits. Still holding her arms with my right hand, I moved my left down to caress her chest. Slowly and deliberately, my lips and tongue circled her areoles but didn’t make contact. My hands flowed all around the outsides of her soft breasts. Then I made my way to the other and gave it the same treatment. I went back to the. I continued assessing her and found her shirt was becoming bloodier. I cut the shirt off of her and, sure enough, she had a puncture wound to the chest. Once her t-shirt was removed, I saw that bubbles were forming in the blood with each breath she took and that told me that she had a punctured lung.I yelled out to Garry, “S.C.W. (sucking chest wound)!” In a flash, a package of plastic, gauze, and tape was handed in to me. I wiped her skin off around the top and sides of the wound, applied.