I was twenty for God's sake! Everyone I knew had already been laid, some of them dozens of times. Here I was, hopefully about to get lucky with my gir...lfriend's little sister whom, I assume, was hoping to achieve the same thing at the advanced age of 18!So I moved between Nancy's legs, Missionary Position of course and fumbled with my penis, not sure exactly how this was supposed to work. Nancy finally chuckled and took hold of me and put my cockhead right at the now well lubricated entrance to. I removed mine, grabbed the lube from my nightstand and then took her hand and led her to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, adjusted the water as warm as I thought she could handle and helped her into the tub.“You just relax and let me do the work!” I grinned.I made a nice lather with Stephie’s rose-scented soap, then proceeded to wash every inch of Jackie’s body, paying particular attention to her firm breasts and rock-hard nipples. My touches caused her to moan softly, and when my soapy. Mr. Smith kept his eyes on Emi’s exposed cunt. She longed to close her legs, cover it with her hands, anything to escape the probing gaze that crawled over every crevice and contour, but she didn’t dare move. Kayleigh seemed bored now, her eyes kept drifting to the TV. “Very good,” Mr. Smith said finally, but he was talking to Birch, not her. “She is,” Birch said, and Emi could hear the pride in his voice. “She’s my perfect slave.” Mr. Smith stood abruptly. He moved slowly round behind. Grace blew up at me, and we had our first fight. She refused to talk to me until Monday. It sure did hurt. It was the first time anybody ever cared about me, and she was punishing me away because I wanted to look out for her.Before Monday, I try to speak with her a few times, but she just gives me the silent treatment. By Monday, I am mad at her.That morning, before school, she finds me wandering around the halls. She stops in front of me, blocking my way and says, “I hate being mad at you. Can.