As I pushed in her hole she braced both hands on me and said, “go slow, it has been six years since I have had any thing in me and you are huge.” ... pushed in slow, feeling the head pop in, she was soo tight. I asked, “are you sure I will fit?” She said, “yes, just go slow, push a little deeper.”I did, I could feel her pussy hole open as I slide into her. I was in her a little past the head when she stopped me, “wait, let me get used to it now.” So I stopped for a minute or two and then she. "It's been six months, Stan," she said, with compassion."Only six months," he replied, softly but with conviction. "It's too soon." Stanley Hinch, look at me," she said. He complied. "Last night was a totally innocent drink and chat between two friends. Nothing more than that. We both needed to get out from our four walls for a bit. Now, I enjoyed it, until you clammed up on me again. So next Wednesday, I'm going to call 'round and pick you up." Stan was surprised and sat back. Denise was. “She’s been wearing tight little shorts and bending over like you. She has started palling around with her little brother Kirk or Kyle? I call him Wagon Wheels because he can’t climb rope,” the coach chewed gum while he thought about it.It was good that Miss Claire and Mr. Kyle were getting along. They may have been bonding over their recent promotion in the house over me. That was an unintended side effect of my discipline if it was true. Miss Claire had been wearing tight-fitting clothes when. It’s not what I usually listen to, but I’m fairly certain I won’t hear an unfortunately timed ballad or something we danced to on a long-ago summer night. I don’t want to arrive with red-rimmed eyes, even if I suspect that I’ll end up leaving that way.When I reach my destination in the suburbs, I wonder if this outing might be some perverted form of self-torture or if I’m subconsciously making a vain attempt to address some unfinished business. Or am I, as usual, over-thinking things and simply.