I felt fingers sliding under my ass cheeks and trying to enter my pussy. I said gents I am still a virgin. I will wank you off but you need to leave m... pussy intact, they just tried to shove my head down onto their cocks to try to get me to suck them.Why would my uncle allow this to happen, he should be protecting my virtue not allowing two old perverts to deflower me in a cheap general store while his wife was shopping. Their fingers started to poke towards my pussy lips and they tried to. Getting in, you sit next to me. Intense emotions overtake you, both fear and the excitement like that of a first date. I run my fingers over your neck causing shivers to run down your spine. But you also feel a sense of peace that you belong to me now. My voice in your head asks, “Did you sleep well?” You’re not used to my method of communication. You talk to yourself, “Yes! Well . . . I think . . . I did” “You have eaten and replenished your strength with three days of sleep,” I continue to. My curiosity got the better of me and I blurted out, "You guys used to fool around?" I asked, in more of a statement than a question.Tim looked at Seth, "Go ahead, obviously we have nothing to hide from him! I'm going to steal more coolers from the bitch!"Tim confided that when they were fourteen during his first summer home from the academy he had formed the logical impression that all boys had casual sex, no big deal. Mike, Tim and he had gotten into Mike's dads' home make wine still. Who would be traveling where, who would be covering which shifts in the office. How was this all going to fit together? He still wasn't sure, but knew it had to happen in the next hour or two before he nodded off to sleep at his desk.Then he heard the sound of footsteps over his head ... the same kind you hear in an apartment when somebody upstairs starts to move around a little too actively. But this was a one-story building and the only upstairs was a roof that there was no outside access to..