Ashley laughed. “I mean yeah, we were having sex.”“No shit,” Madison laughed. She took another sip of wine. Her lips were a little numb and sh... couldn’t really taste it too much anymore -- alcohol had that effect on her. “Did you guys know we could hear you? Because we heard, like, everything,” Alyssa blushed.“Maybe,” Ashley said before bursting out laughing like Madison, who was still giggling.“You ain’t slick, Ashley,” Madison giggled. “So you knew?” Alyssa repeated. “Like you knew we could. If we didn’t have such a history, I’m not sure we’d be friends.”I reached across the console between us and placed my hand on her thigh, giving it a squeeze.“That’s why we’re doing this cabin trip,” she went on. “It’s supposed to kick off the best summer ever, but I know we’re all gonna be really busy and Emma’s living early July. No matter what, we’ll have this week together.”“Yeah. The five of you together… and your former teacher.”Alexis giggled and put her hand on mine, leading it up her. Whenever he came to our house he always greeted Becky with a kiss and a hug, which always consisted of him holding her round the waist then patting her backside. The kiss was always on the lips and seemed to be a peck more than a kiss.One time he was over at our house having a meal when he offered to wash the dishes. Becky said she would wash and he would dry. I left them in the kitchen for a few minutes and when I came back he was standing behind Becky with his hands on her waist talking to. She damn near wore me out and certainly kept my balls drained dry. I had half a mind to tell her to slow down—especially during that final week before the big day—after all, I didn’t want her wearing herself (or her pussy) out. It’d put a big dampener on the whole thing if she couldn’t go through with it because she was sore.There was another reason she might end up not going through with it of course—she just might not want to. And while that was a possibility, I really didn’t think it was.