So now let’s continue to the story.Because she was still snoring, I confidently was sucking her boobs. Suddenly she stopped snoring in a few minutes... That freaked the hell of me. So I stopped sucking it immediately. She woke up and saw her shirt was halfway opened but I acted like I was sleeping. But my only fear was my dick was still in out. But we were inside the blanket, that covered it. She saw me sleeping and she adjusted her shirt again. She took her leg off me, and that rubbed over my. “Everyone start at a station and get going.” Matt looked down at Emi as she nervously looked around at the other students moving to get started. He thought he might as well break the awkward ice now. “So, anywhere you want to start at?” Emi jumped slightly, like the sound of Matt’s voice had spooked her or pulled her back to reality. “Uhh,” she pondered, putting a hand under her chin. “I’m good at stretching. That wouldn’t be a bad place to start.” They walked over to the designated stretching. Amanda said OK goodnight. then tickled me. I tickled her back and we got into a tickle/wrestling fight. While I tickled her I was touching her boobs more than anything else, and I know she knew it. After a few minutes of rolling around on the floor we both started breathing hard from laughing, tickling and wrestling, so I rolled onto my back and we both had another laugh. She looked over at me and noticed the bulge in my shorts. Looks like you had fun. she said. I did. You know I dont need to. Greta never knew this. I didn’t think it was such a big deal to tell her anyway.We got to the barbecue about the same time as everybody else, and honestly I had a pretty good time. I drank a couple Coors. I listened to some of the stories the other men told about what they did for a living. I laughed at all the jokes, and I tried to make sure Greta was entertained.Entertaining Greta; that was an interesting aside; whenever we’d gone anywhere like a barbecue or a dance, or say a party she used.