“… and I have no ideawhat to do about it!” Oh, shit. I have consumed my share of foot in my time,but that had to be the most uncomfo...rtable I’d ever been,up to that point. “God, Monica,” I managed in a damnably trembling voice,“I’m sorry. I mean…” She raised her face and smiled at me through the tears,then shook her head. “It’s okay, Danny,” she said. “It’snice to be able to talk to somebody about it, you. There was a nervous yet extremely sexually wired air of anticipation between us as we took the ride to the third floor. We found the door and knocked. A familiar voice from inside answered and the door opened. He smiled broadly as he looked her up and down, then invited us in. They embraced sharing a deep kiss with tongues swirling, his hands all over her ass. Standing a few feet away, I felt my cock begin to swell in my trousers. He opened her raincoat and took in her lace covered breasts. There were no sounds and no lights; the building was shuttered and silent, but it seemed as if there was a presence within. Some low sense filled me that it was not empty and I felt the instinctual fear that comes with confronting the unknown.It was a good feeling and welcome to a woman who had spent eighteen years following every instruction, every rule. And now I was breaking one rule to follow another. I should have been safely ensconced in my room, of course, and if I were found out I'd be. It was the sort of thing you did in those days.Needless to say, it made the van somewhat distinctive. Upon reflection it wasn't the most tactfully illustrated vehicle to take to a Christian camp.The Volvo had a considerable height advantage over us and Nan's reputation would have been better served if she'd remained upright in her seat.As we passed the bus I could see John standing next to the driver staring straight down into the Beagle's drivers seat.There was only one woman at the camp who.