She'd gone home to New Orleans to see her sister's new baby, and had dated and time-stamped pictures to prove it.That brought the attention back to me... I started sweating things a bit. I'd been very stupid, and my reputation was at risk. In the South that reputation is everything. Krys, though, managed to come to my rescue. She called Mom, and my mother drove over to campus while she was in Baton Rouge for some Red Cross thing.First she greeted the women from the National Chapter, then finally. No one, including Bill, knew that my wife had also taken a hit of mescaline about one hour before arriving at work!Having watched the first two exercise upon my wife, number three was wanting to outdo all that, and do it with his size of cock. He wanted to hit the white muscled blond runner harder than he had ever hit his own wife. It was an extra turn on, that my wife was a great looking white female and, that, well, she was my wife, someone else’s wife, anyone else’s wife. He cranked her seat. Her blouse dangled open and her breasts, within her fantastic bra, pointed at me, and only me. My friends were getting an eyeful of Sue’s panty gusset as she slowly opened her legs and dropped her shoulders further. With one hand she then began to rub the cleft of her buttocks over her panties, gradually going lower and lower until it was between her legs and over her pussy. She began to moan. So did most of my mates. Bill was trying to hold the video steady.At this point, as agreed, Sue then. In the pocket of my pants was a small .22 caliber semiautomatic with 7 shots. The shots alternated between hard point and bird shot. The first being a regular .22 long rifle hard point. I kissed her lips and raised up my cock still in her and fired a shot into the middle of her navel. Her navel now had a dark nearly quarter inch hole in the middle from which, blood began to trickle. Her eyes told the story as her face contorted in pain she had this look of disbelief and shock. I looked in.