I start kissing you again passionately, our tongues dancing together. I know you want to touch me; wrap your arms around me and feel me closer but you...can't because you are tied down, all the control of your pleasure in my hands. I start nibbling your ear, knowing how much you love that, then kissing down your neck, feeling the delicate skin cover in goose bumps. You moan loudly and throw your head back. You feel the slow build up of desire in your core, your pussy soaking with your sweet. In my head, I quickly devised a plan that could get me and my cock what we so urgently needed. I let out a soft moan and in a sleepy voice I said, "Yeah, stroke me. I love it when you touch me, baby." I hoped she would think I was just talking in my sleep. I cursed my impatient self when her hand flinched away at the sound of my voice. For an agonizing half minute afterwards, nothing happened. I breathed in deep, rhythmic breaths as I kept the faked sleeping act up. My head whirled while I. Ted just shrugged his shoulders with an expression that he was just as confused by her behavior.It seemed to take forever, but Shirley finally made it to the door and entered the house. Ted and Daryl were waiting for her. Ted was frowning and shaking his head. Harry said, “My mom is in the kitchen getting the appetizers ready. We’ll go out by the pool and have a little swim before dinner.”The trio followed Harry though the house. He took them out by the pool and offered them chairs around the. . I could sense his growing apprehension and nervousness. With my finger pressed to his lips, I sshhed him carefully as I sensed he was becoming scared."I want you to watch me make love to her, David. There's plenty of hiding areas in my bedroom so you can see us. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I asked as his eyes never once left mine... he nodded yes."But..." he began to say... "What does she... I mean... does she... you and her, I mean... like each other?" He asked innocently. Again, I.