Next month's schedule.

In the dining table's chair, sat in Mr. B's lap, his cock still sheathed in her pussy, Kathy traded sips of water with him, while his free hand held onto her thigh, both to not let her fall, and to feel her soft supple muscle. In the corner of her eye, she spied the calendar on the wall, and snapped her fingers. "Right, uh," she began, clearing her throat, "are you free on the last weekend of next month, Mr. B?"

Swallowing loudly, and only slightly put off by her not being in the moment with him, he pursed his lips and frowned slightly, as he thought. "I'm... not entirely sure. Why?"

"Well," she started, brushing some hair away from her face. "My friends and I wanted to go camping for a weekend upstate then. And because you said you were a scout once, you would know a bit about camping, wouldn't you? So I was wondering if you would want to come along and show us the ropes. No pun intended." He blew his cheeks out and admitted that it had been a while, and that his memory was rusty. She waved him off. "It's fine, they've all got instructions on the thing, and if all else fails, we can watch a video online or something." He just shrugged and said that he would go through his appointments, but no promises.

Her voice stayed light and casual, but her finger trailed around his chest. "Yeah, I get that, but uh... my friends... they aren't the most... reliable when it comes to things like this," she continued. "So, it's a pretty good chance that it would be just... the two of us... alone... in the woods. Where no one could contact us, or recognize us."

Mr. B's eyebrow raised when she said that, and he felt more blood move southwards. "Tempting, but I don't know. Mrs. B might not be able to handle the house and Tony on her own for a weekend."

Kathy grinned smugly at him. "Speaking of Tony. I can't make your usual date night next month. My mom is taking me to the clinic the day after to have her put an IUD in me," she said, batting her eyelashes at him. Mr. B laughed heartily and grinned back at the sly and cunning minx in his lap. "So, is that a 'Yes'?"

Cupping her face, he kissed her deeply. Standing up, he laid her down onto the table and slowly moved his hips, making her groan. "I think I could be... persuaded to ask Mrs. B to take him to her parents' place then," he gasped.

About 3 hours later, he traced out his answer with the white sticky liquid on her stomach, and they spent the next hour after that scheming all the plausible responses that would be needed for both Kathy's parents and Mrs. B.