This time my hands roamed over all of her naked flesh and her tiny nipples were hard and inviting. I gently pushed her away from me and kissed her on ...the left nipple, sucking it and flicking my tongue over it and then the right one got the same treatment. “I love you honey”, I said to her. She whispered she loved me too.I lifted her off the table, I was trembling now, I knew there was no going back. I gently undid her school skirt and let it drop to the floor, only her panties between me and. Then both boys started pulling me toward the back door. They took me out naked onto my back porch. The boys walked me to a chair in the corner of the porch. They turned the chair facing my neighbor’s house, then sat me in it and tied both of my arms to the porch rail. Next they tied one ankle to the porch railing and the other ankle to another chair on the porch. I was now sitting naked and spread wide open on my back porch. “Wait a minute,” I said, “you can't leave me here like this.”“Why. It would be a means to spur himself to get back out there - quickly.“But where to go?” he mused.His innate sense of chivalry and his upbringing meant he craved to fulfill an innate need for a psychological connection. Combined with a hearing impediment it meant that he hated clubs or bars filled with meandering drunken, shouting masses all screaming over each other. He actually wanted to talk to women, hoping at least that his mind was still his best asset and that a connection could lead to. He was amazed at how wet and hot she felt down there. The knowledge that he had his hand so close to her special girl place was overwhelming to him. Though he was unaware of it, the pressure of his hand on her jeans clad pussy was directly on her aroused clit. And while Cheryl was initially unaware that it was now Bill’s hand that was creating the pressure on her cunt, she soon realized that Bill was touching her down there rather than dry humping her. That his hand had ventured into.