I ran to help. Since it was a hot night, I was in my boxers and tank top. I dragged him into the house. I laid him face down over the edge of the bed.... He kept cursing Vikram. I turned to the crying Ramla.R: Oh God! Why do I have to suffer such a drunk for a husband?She ran into the house. I returned to the clinic and turned off the lights. I waited until all neighbors’ lights were off to return to Ramla’s house. The door was ajar, and I found Ramla sobbing in a corner. I could still hear. It was then that I saw him walking down the stairs with a pair of my red and white polka-dotted thong panties twirling on the end of his raised finger. "How would you like to take off that robe of yours and change into these little panties for me?" he said."Those are my wife's panties, and you really shouldn't be snooping around." Ha" he snorted, "I got a call on my radio from my friend Frank, the guy who you were prancing around in your little underwear for all morning. He told me you were. “Listen, it’s not what you think. We are just fucking, it’s just physical, practical even,” Mark tried to explain, “we just filling a void we both feel.”“Yeah, I can see the void you were filling,” she looked at me angrily. I felt like this was my cue to weigh in on the problem at hand. I stood up and walked over to them. “Susan, we are just fucking, that's all,” I started, ”there’s no affection, just sex, and its good,” I smirked, realizing perhaps, that this was not a perfect moment for. “Look at me while I am fucking you!” Albert said, in a loud demanding tone. When Linda did not immediately look at him, he gave her left breast a hard slap, while saying, “You will obey me bitch,” in an even more demanding tone.As pain shot through her left breast, Linda reluctantly turned her head and looked up at her son. His cock was now driving in-and-out of her pussy. He could see the defeat in her eyes. After fucking her that way for several minutes, Albert turned loose of her legs and.