But I turn her on!" She reached around and cupped my wife's tits. "She likes the feel of my hands touching her tits, my fingernails raking red trails ...nder her tits, ... my fingers pulling on her nipples and shaking them... like this." My wife's eyes closed and I saw her shudder. But I knew that Emily was not lying. I could see the blush of arousal that my wife felt. I recognized her change in breathing and the way her pulse could just be seen above her left breast.Emily stood up and stepped to. He hadn't bothered to shut the door to Rose-Marie's old bedroom and he was too focussed on thrashing her with a bamboo cane (which had broken and split) to notice me. We'd moved most of her stuff to mine, but there was an Oxford Reference Dictionary on the desk just inside her room and that was the only weapon I could see. It made a most satisfactory 'thud' when it hit the back of his head, but it didn't actually knock him out. He staggered, though, and when he turned to confront me I kicked. She had taken a couple of downers and had been drinking shots of Tequila and it caught up with her. It wasn’t too long before she was passing out, barely conscious, and needed to go home. My wife was pretty out of it at this point, too, but wanted to stay and party with her friends so I volunteered to take Cheryl home. It wasn’t until I got her into my car and she passed out completely that I started having thoughts. It dawned on me that here I was, alone in the car with her and she was now. I got my rifle, and, calling for my dog, went to see what the commotion was. What I found was shocking, so shocking, it took my breath away! My sheepdog had cut out a ewe, and was mounting her! Not believing my eyes, I ventured nearer, and since it was a night of the full moon, I could plainly see he was indeed mounted and fucking her. What I took as bleets of fear were in fact the same bleets an in heat ewe makes during rutting. With each thrust from the dog, she humped back in complete.