We pulled into the parking lot of a little cafe, I noticed several cars parked around.We took some seats against the wall, facing the room. It was one...of those rustic places, there was a long bench down one wall with several tables, then a big center table in the middle of the room, and a few others s**ttered around.There were three guys sitting at the middle table, busy in conversation as we walked in. I heard one say hey check that out as we walked past, but that was it.We sat there, the. ”“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked. “We’re just getting started!”“Sorry,” I said as I slipped out the door and started running.“Come back tomorrow,” he called as I ran down the road.The run home was pretty uneventful, although the seam of my shorts irritated my pussy and made it dampen from the stimulation. I was exhausted when I finally staggered into the yard.All the doors were locked and I found Sheila sunning herself in the back yard. “Did you follow my instructions?” she. I saw her hand wander down to her slit and I knew right then that she was one of those housewives that had a yen for girls because she was zeroed in on my ass sticking way up in the air like a target of opportunity for a pilot with an itchy trigger finger. Her husband didn’t slow down for a moment and he just grunted when she pulled my head up to address her wet snatch and I could smell the scent of recent sex and a whole lot of male spunk inside.I have to admit it really didn’t bother me that. “Someone came to school looking happy this morning,” she whispered.“Me? I look the same as always.”“No. Francie. She was giggling all through our first period literature class. You know she’s a sweet girl but not the brightest spoon in the drawer.” I looked over at Rachel with an eyebrow raised. I was pretty sure that wasn’t the saying. “She’s taking the same Junior Lit class I am.”“I thought you were a sophomore,” I said.“I thought you were a freshman. Do you think you’re the only person in.