He hugged me closer, as I raised my face and we kissed. Kissing Thorolf was one of life’s wonders. His hands knew their business, as did his tongue....His piercings only served to make him more intriguing. ‘Okay, you got to watch, now it’s my turn,’ I whispered in his ear, catching his lobe between my teeth for a moment before letting go. Hearing him groan as I skittered backwards onto sleeping bags, blankets, and out of my pants, I turned to watch, and was surprised to find him already. Then we all decided to go inside the shelter for some sleep. We girls wanted to change. But the guys were already down on the floor lying. I asked them to go out, but they reciprocated that they won’t. I went to an extent of pulling out Neil of the cottage, when suddenly my skirt got entangled with a wooden piece, tore and came off. And I was all exposed bottoms down. I could see all the guys staring at my naked legs. Niel said, don’t worry, you will get to see something that you just showed. But I never noticed that it was all around me. The inexorable natural law. Stupidly failing to recognize that sex was the reason for our very being here, the hidden guide to our every waking action as adults. It was very difficult for a convent-educated girl like me to accept this earthy law at first. The nuns hadn't told us anything about sex, and had warned us of the hazards of "self abuse": touching ourselves was a sin. I can recall being aroused in the past, usually by Catholic imagery in. The principal smiled, ok Andrew I will, but did u need to listen to every word we say without a second of hesitation, if u hesitate for even a second we will tell your dad immediately, there are no second chances. I nodded still happy, I guess I was smiling too cause Mr Martin said if you listen to us hopefully you will be smiling more. I didnt understand what he meant but I didnt want to show any hesitation so I quickly said yes sir. The principal then got up and said are u aware that.