”“Wow. How did you feel?”I laughed, “I was male, fourteen, and horny, how do you think I felt?”“I’m just asking because that’s awfully...young. How much older was she?”“Nine years.”“Seriously?!”“Yes. She thought I was a couple of years older. When I told her how old I was, she hesitated, but then elected to teach me how to properly make love. I’m assuming you were eighteen?”“Yes. My birthday is in February and the Prom was in early May.”“Curiosity question,” I asked as Naomi soaped my groin.“It. I felt reassured in my clothes. Finally, I had a sense of privacy. That wouldn’t last long. “Thank you,” I said humbly. “Natalie, I need to bring you somewhere else,” he said. He took out a pair of handcuffs. “Put your hands behind your back.” He cuffed my wrists and escorted me out of the room, tightly holding my arm as we walked down a brightly lit hallway. We were the only two people there. He walked very quickly and I struggled to keep up with him. Finally, we stopped at a door. He. I could feel the pointed heel of her right shoe poking my back rather consistently as she reacted to being pressed between and stuffed by the two of us men. At last, it seemed like Jessie was sincerely enjoying her situation. Her one arm still supported her on the couch, but the other hand was clawing and clutching at my back while her legs thrashed about as much as they were able while I sank into her over and over and over again. I remember distinctly how hot the room became. I briefly pulled. Jasmine felt there an awkward silence, like the words Philip didn’t say were hovering between them. They didn’t speak any more until after they stepped outside into the brisk fall day. ‘It’s chilly out here,’ Jasmine remarked, wrapping her arms around her body. ‘That jacket you’ve got is pretty thin,’ said Philip, seeing her virtually shiver as a mean gust of wind blew by. ‘Do you want my jacket? I’ll be fine if you take it. I’m a husky boy.’ Jasmine chuckled. ‘No, Philip. Keep your jacket.’.