Her tummy began to grumble and she realized she hadn’t eaten since lunch. She gripped the blanket tightly around her shoulders and fumbled around t...he cabin in the dark. She took her phone from her pocket, still no signal and switched on the flashlight. The cabin wasn’t much but was shelter from the storm. She searched cupboards for something to eat. She found some cans of baked beans and thought to herself, “These should warm things up,” followed by a giggle. She searched around and found. Mr. Ealings, her divorced middle-aged History teacher wondered if the raven-haired coquette understood how her absent-minded sucking on a pen inflamed him and made him long to take his cock out of his pants right there in the class. He wanted so badly to throatfuck the pretty teen, there and then. Make the tease swallow his cum this time, not have it go to waste in tissue paper like so many other times she’d inspired him towards ejaculation. Mr. Ealings wondered if Caitlin knew of his dirty. We laid there for about 20 minutes kissing, snuggling, and talking and she said “I’m hungry, what do you have to eat?” I chuckled and said not much; remember, I’m a bachelor and that I could go get us something. “Nonsense she said, I use to be a house wife I can make a meal out of cardboard and noodles and laughed. But first I need to shower, I pointed to the master bath and I said I’ll go get your bag, It’s still in the car.I went and retrieved her bag and put it on the bed and she was. “You didn’t and it was the best r****g I have ever had” she said laughing. We all started laughing until Tara’s cell phone went off. We stopped and she answered it as she walked away. She came back a few minutes later with a worried look on her face. “What’s wrong?” I asked.“I’m to meet Max and Dad that the special house in 20 minutes” She said. The special house was the house Max and the other cops took Tara when they wanted to fuck her. “I think Max wants to fuck again.”“Will we better get.