While we dueled with our tongues I was pushing my hand up her shirt and under her bra to free her beautiful tits. She wanted me to have them as much ...s I wanted them and she began unbuttoning her blouse. As I moved down to suckle her, my attentions went to her pussy. I could feel the heat coming off it through her clothes. She quickly unfastened her shorts and slid both shorts and panties off. I have always been fascinated by pussy so I was anxious to explore hers some more. I turned my head. .a marble or granite surface. I am nude as best I can tell. The cool, dank air is tickling my skin all over. There is musky smell in the air. A basement? no. there is something clean about the smell. It's somewhere old, I smell old polished wood, and stone...a church? perhaps.There is a soft droning sound. It's not unpleasant or pleasant. It just consumes the room. It's all I can hear. It's like...a pipe organ, playing notes that don't belong together. but it's not. Maybe it's. “Okay, a quick cuddle, but let’s go up into the woods there,” I concede.We break off from the path and go up the slope into the trees. It’s a bit cooler in there, but not much. I lean against a tree-trunk, and put my arms around Justin, pulling him towards me. He kisses me, our lips sliding against each other, his tongue between them into my mouth.His arms are round me too, his hands stroking my back. I feel them going back under my t-shirt, caressing my skin. One slips round the front and cups. The sound of footsteps in the next room.“One of your roommates come back early?” he asked. Emilia shook her head. “Get under the bed. Don’t make a sound.”“We should call the police!” Emilia whispered.“Where’s your phone?” Thomas asked.Emilia grabbed it from her nightstand.“Crap! I forgot to charge it!” she said, staring at the blank screen. “Where’s yours?”“In the living room. By the couch.” Thomas slipped into his boxer shorts and carefully tiptoed towards the door.“Thomas! What are you.