Shuttering and shaking as she tried to hold in the moan of her orgasm, the shelf Amanda is hiding behind collapses. "OH MY GOD!" she gasps out loud. A...l of us momentarily speechless, left posing in our respective compromising positions, it was our instructor that took control. Jeff still kneeling in front of my head, his cock starting to bob up and down on my lips, motions Amanda to come over. "Amanda, relax, it is okay. I wanted you to stay as well, but you left in a hurry" said Jeff. Amanda. When he ran outside, I hid his wife beater and pajama pants.After about thirty seconds, he ran back inside the house and closed the door like he was running from the police. "I hope nobody saw me out there in all my glory," he said. Uncle Paul walked over to the couch to grab his pajamas. "Okay Tony, where is my stuff?" he asked. I just laughed and said that a ghost must have stolen it. "Okay well a ghost is about to take your clothing too," he said. He chased me around the living room for a. Occasionally there is a touch worth the thousand words of a picture. The air has a salt-water chill to it, but we’re encased except for our heads peeking out of the flannel, your long hair laying across my neck and shoulder so I can feel your bare neck against me. You smell of love and sweat, and taste of salt and our mixed juices that have found their way to your face and neck as well. It’s a moment, a snapshot that will be with me long after we leave, not quite of passion but of contentment. ” I was relieved that she figured out I couldn’t talk. I nod and mouthed “It’s going to be alright Kristen. We are going to get out of this.” I don’t know how much she could decipher, but she nods and seems to relax a bit. As time goes on I start to notice little sounds here and there. It is really muffled but sounds of voices and footsteps can be made out now and then. Kristen keeps looking around trying to make sense of what’s going on. I so badly want to talk to her but still no words come.