My fingers fuck my pussy harder. I am close. William slams into me hard and holds my ass on his cock. I can feel his cum hitting the walls of bowels. ...I continue to finger fuck myself. I cum just as William’s spent member slips out of my ass. My pussy clences my fingers, my screams echo throughout the bathroom.I fall to my hands and knees, my legs are too weak to hold me upright. William laugha and joins me on the floor of the shower. I pant, turn and smile at William.We manage to finish. Nothing tender, but rather as if he wanted to lick a bowl of dough empty within seconds. He said he had to prepare her pussy properly, otherwise it couldn't be moist enough. She never had this problem, she was always very wet, but I somehow understood that, when I saw what she was expecting. At some point it seemed long enough for him to stick hit tongue into her pussy and he pulled her closer. He put his cock against her dripping wet pussy and started to push his dick very slowly into her.. In particular, boys. At that age we were definitely beginning to notice the opposite sex.By eighth grade most of us had started to become involved in mixed activities: parties, games and so on. I’m also sure a few girls were involved in some intense one-on-one activities. By that I mean that they were sexually active. Still, I think those girls were in the minority. In general the majority of our activities were group but most of us were also beginning to date as single couples. Not frequently,. She slipped on her bra and put her silk, short nighty back on. Mother, father… Is anyone home? She yelled into an empty house. There was no response. Thank god she thought and stripped herself of her bra and let her C cup tits bounced and returned to their average, perky position. She quickly walked down her stairs, letting her tits bounce and the towel on her head to fall to the ground. Her nighty pressed tightly against her, letting her erect nipples show through. She pranced to the kitchen.