I spread my knees wide, to give her room to move on my cock. She wasn't all that heavy, and it didn't hurt. Jill found the position in which she could...rest, splitting her pussy lips perfectly on my steel-hard cockshaft. She had already figured out she could put pressure on her clit and her upper body, supported by stiff arms on the bench, moved spasmodically. She moved forward, just an inch and, holding her hips, I helped her move back.She picked up the rhythm of that, sliding forward and back,. Next year, I would go back to being in the youngest grade in my high school. So, eighth grade was great.My best friend, Steve, he and I were each going with seventh grade girls, I was with Kim, he was with Katie. We called them "the two K-girls."These two were the hottest two girls in their grade, they were cute and they just loved the fact that they were hooked-up with two older guys.Maybe we had them fooled because Steve and I had no experience at all with girls and sex. I mean, we were. She woke up and again asked me same question “what is the matter”. I said i just wanted to talk with you causally then she asked me to sit in the sofa. As there was not much space left she and me sit besides each other. We are talking some casual things, In mean time she asked me to change the channel. I said “I will not change” then she took it from my hand and again touching her boobs.Now i could not resist want to fuck her. But i know it was very difficult without her cooperation. She laid. Her eyes were opened as wide as she franticly looked around and tugged at the straps holding her wrists and ankles. After she took a second and got her bearings, she looked at me, the panicked look on her face getting worse. Realizing her shirt was up and I was hunched over her, "What… What are you doing?" she said. She barely got the whole sentence out before my hands were both covering her mouth. I didn't want her to scream. I tried to be calm and told her "Shut the fuck up, do you.