Nick's cock was still almost totally hard, despite the scare his uncle had thrown into him."That's not a whipping sound," Jenny said. "You should know...that, if anyone would."She stopped by the porch, looking at the open window from which the sounds drifted."Give me a boost," she said taking hold of the trellis and starting upward.Nick cupped her ass with his hands. She was in a simple skirt and blouse, and as she moved, his hands went up under the skirt. Her panties were thing and the muscles. You guys better get out of here.”I watched for glimpses of her moving through people’s backyards to get around my fence. I hid in the shadows and let her walk past me. When she got to the fence she did not find her pants or her panties. In a brief state of panic she started looking around frantically. I stepped out into the open and scared the shit out of her.Bridget said, “Oh God, you scared the shit out me you asshole. What are you doing with my pants?”I replied, “I should ask what you are. I looked at him, and he grinned. “Don’t let that beer go to waste,” he said, gesturing with his own. The only way I could reach my beer would be to step over his legs, risking breaking an ankle in my ridiculously high heels - or by bracing myself with one hand on the table and leaning as far over as I could. I knew what he was trying to get me to do. So, I turned my hips a little until my butt was almost in his direct line of vision, reached out to brace myself with my left hand, and stretched. As you hang onto your strap your arm is heavy and when you shuffle your feet you immediately touch another persons foot, so close, you feel trapped, then you realize, he is rubbing your shoe, playing 'Footsy', and wondering if I will respond and let him venture further.As you look you realize you are surrounded by men, in front and behind, sitting to the left and right, how many are sporting, 'A Morning Woody' a need for sex with any female at hand, someone like myself, trapped amongst them,.