I was growing weaker as I tried to avoid the worst obstacles. I thought I saw a vehicle close to the water's edge. I yelled, "Help!" before my mouth w...s filled with water again.A heavy splash beside me was followed by a fierce grip on my arm. We swung across the current. My rescuer took the impact of our crash against the bank then unceremoniously hauled me out like a wet rag doll.Without a word he unfastened the rope around his waist, picked me up and ran for his Landrover. He threw me into. She almost sounded worried. "What are you laughing at?" she said when he didn't answer her first question. Now she sounded impatient."Nothing" he said. That usually worked with his parents.It didn't with her. "That's not true!" she barked. "You were laughing. You were laughing at ME weren't you!" It wasn't a question. She was getting up a head of steam now, and he could tell she was going to go on for a while if she had her way. She wanted to be pissed off, and she was going to use any excuse. He started to cum. He stopped moving in and out, and started to clench his ass, again and again and again. He kind of collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath. She squeezed her thighs around him, then let her legs fall down onto the bed on either side of him. When she did, I could see that she was still partly dressed above the waist.After a minute, she started to talk to him. “Thanks, baby, that was the best. You are one fine fucker.”He said, “You were pretty hot, too. Let’s get dressed,. Just behind the squatting pussy was another black man fucking a white woman whose legs were wrapped around his waist. If the squatter was Karla the other would most likely be Beth. I had never seen women from this angle before and could not identify them for sure.Drinks appeared before us. Zoe informed Pixie of our suspicions. Pixie took my hand an pulled me out of the booth and across to the bar. Turning and pointing up she asked, "Is that your wife?"It was much clearer from the bar. Karla was.