Maybe if I went to go see Professor Miller? Perhaps he could offer me some extra help? I emailed the professor and made an appointment with him for ea...ly the next morning.I woke up the next morning, showered, had my breakfast and got dressed. The warmer weather had started to come back. I’m not a fan of wearing jeans or sweatpants and always prefer shorts, skirts or dresses. Even in the winter time, unless it is extremely cold, I would wear a skirt or dress and pair it with leg warmers or knee. "Well I know we're going to have a lovely, sexy time here, just the two of us, in fact," she giggled again, "I'm wet already thinking about what you asked me to do earlier on."She put her hand on my growing bulge beneath the table, "And I suspect that by the time we have to go home again, my poor little pussy is going to be in need of some rest and recuperation." It certainly is." I laughed as her fingers found the shape of my cock."Well John's not due home for another two months, and I just. It was now getting dark and my head was still swimming but there was something familiar about that guy. As I squinted he approached Steve and I in our post-quoital sweaty panting bliss.It was my husband- Chris.What happened next? You'd never guess. I know I wouldn't.Steve got up and got dressed, real casual. I was frozen, trying to think of something to say to Chris. He just kind of stared at me. Steve started to leave- then on his way out shook hands with Chris! "Thanks, man," my husband said.. He can tidy up the camp ground for us. Serve us our drinks and cook us our meals. I can’t wait!? I told her. I was getting really excited just thinking about everything we were going to do to him this weekend. Darren was going to wish he was dead after we got done with him. There we were, Amber and I just sitting there on the couch chatting it up. Out of no where she moved over closer to me. At first I didn’t think anything of it until her hand was rubbing my knee. She looked over at me.