."What?" she gasped."Who's that?" Oh shit. My husband!" I thought you said he and your aunt went to your parent's." They did ... they said they..." Sh...t!" she gasped as she struggled to free herself from their entanglement.Frantically, she looked over the room, seeking escape, or at the very least a hiding place. Her brain went into overdrive, telling her to hide their clothing. She scooped up her panties, his shirt, coat, shoes, everything!Her husband's car's headlights lit up the bedroom. Friday rolled around and I had already begged my parents to let me stay the weekend at Colby's and they said yes! I couldn't wait. School dragged along because we both couldn't wait to hang out again. We had already made plans to first play in his back land which was about 3 acres. He wanted to try out his new BB guns. When school finally ended we headed straight to his house and got the weekend started!We changed into some play camo clothes and headed out to the back land. Once back there we. A short skirt, a pair of heels, and we are on the way out the door. Two good looking people looking food fun and drink.I found a quaint little place out of the way online. "Great Food. Better bar" is it's claim to fame. We are seated at a table on a little bit of an elevated stage, where the people on the lower chairs are about eye level with our knees, but it has a good view of comings and goings on. We order drinks, and appetisers. We chit chat about the day and upcoming events. I tell her. The fishnet had a slit at my pussy so he had easy access whenever his cock was ready to be satisfied. The feeling of having a hard cock with jewelry attached sliding in the walls of my vagina was extraordinary. Toward the end, after he had already ejaculated once in my pussy and once down my throat, he asked me to do anal. I couldn't believe he could still get hard enough to fuck me again. I explained that prostitutes charge more for anal. He was cool with that. He came prepared. My young stud.