. not maybe. She was definitely going.The next afternoon, Ann got ready extremely early for her party. Pete picked her up looking like a dirty pirate,...fake parrot and all. Ann left looking like a stripper dressed as a cop. She was glad more than ever that she wasn't going with them. When asked once more if she would go, she faked a migraine and said she'd just hand out some candy and watch a scary movie later on. Once they were gone she started to get ready for the mystery party.No matter what,. When he came in I told him to sit on the bed."I've got some bad news that you have to know. Jimi Hendrix is going to die from a drug overdose tomorrow." When did you hear that?" He had not fully comprehended what I had said."Did you hear what is said, he's going to die tomorrow." You're nuts," he said and stormed out of the room.Two days later he came into my room, closed the door and said,"Ok I believe that you can predict the future."'No, you still don't get it, I'm not predicting the future,. It was as if Beena had decided to start teasing me. She grabbed the nightie with a whole palm at the crotch and crumpled it. She pulled it hard and made her butt cheeks clearly definable through the nightie. She gave me a question to solve and said that I would be rewarded if I solve it within five minutes.I was engrossed in the question and in finding the answer. Through the corner of my eye, I saw my unmarried lesbian teacher rubbing her pen in between her legs. She cannot be more obvious. We sat there looking at each other in silence for several minutes."I texted Samuel" My sweet wife said eventually.My heart started to beat harder. Samuel was a young black guy from her office who was fucking my wife very often…“But he said he cannot come here now…” Anita hissed.“The bastard is busy with his wife tonight”. Now she sounded upset.I asked if she had texted anyone else; but she said she was waiting for me before calling anyone...“I want a good cock tonight…I really just want to get.