I chuckled realizing we were probably ½ mile from the closet cabin and her screams of pleasure could only be heard by Heather and myself.My wife move...d off Heather and allowed her to move to one side of the bed. Sue knew I was about to deliver my package and didn’t want Heather to be the receiver of her husband’s semen dripping out of her pussy. Sue moved onto her back and spread her legs where I assumed the position and continued to pound her pussy with my throbbing cock. Heather sat back. She knew I had a dinner planned with a customer and thekids were gone for the weekend so it was her ticket tohave fun. She said her friend Angie’s husband Mike wastraveling so it was girl’s night out. Angie was in her early 40’s and I had always thoughtshe might hot if she dressed a little more proactivelyand was a little more out-going, something my wife hasno problem with. When my wife goes out she likes todress to get noticed and playing the role of a MILF. I suggested to. "Five-oh," he said in his usual deep, emotionless voice. "Flush the shit. Now." Fuck!" Shyreen cursed but she rushed back to the coffee table where a small bag of weed, the ashtray, and the water bong sat. She grabbed them all while looking at me. In a hurried, almost angry voice she said, "What're you doin'? Get the fuck out, get the fuck out!" What ... what?" I asked, starting to stand.Lee came to me in long, sure steps. The blaring noise from outside was getting louder as more and more car. There was still three hours left of class, but someone must have enchanted the watch to go ten times slower, because there was no way we had only been sitting here for five minutes.I sighed deeply.What bothered me the most, was that there was no teacher yet. We were supposed to be having History, but our usual teacher hadn't shown up for some reason. Around me and Steven were a bunch of our restless classmates. Boys were looking through the windows, trying to spot something, anything, that.