He replied. He began to gently push his cock head against my hole applying more pressure, then more. The burning was back, I looked away and bit down ...n the pain whimpers escaping me. Oh fuck! Are you in? I asked. Yes I got the head in. Ok, Ok, hold on a second. Let me try to relax. I begged. He stood still for a few moments with his cock in me letting my boypussy get used to the stretch. The pain began to subside a bit and he tried applying pressure to enter me farther. Oh fuck, oh fuck it. It doesn't have to be a big date. We could go get some pizza and beer, the three of us. Just have a good time, that's all." I kicked myself for having said "that's all" so soon.She thought for a minute. "Why not."We had a fun night and Danni was a charming 8-year-old, cheerful and innocent and funny, reminded me of my own girls at that sweet age. Which left me all that much more bummed when Vicki brought the evening to an end with a finality that left no room for, uh, why don't I stick around. I looked down and pointed out the noticeable bulge in his pants. Very pleased with myself, I turned around to my table and picked up what I had been working on. I heard him ask how it was coming along as he leaned in to look over my shoulder. A second later, I realized this had just been a clever move to get closer to me. The semi-rigidness I could feel pushing against my ass made that obvious. Not only did I not startle or pull away, I found myself sticking my ass out and pushing back against. Several were located much too far away. At last they had narrowed the possibilities to seven. They read and reread the profiles."I kind of like this one," said Peter, pointing to the photo and profile of a white couple in their middle thirties. "The Cravens." Yes, but I still wonder about this one, the Masters," she said scrolling down to the picture of a ruggedly handsome bearded white man and exotic black/asian woman. Their profile indicated he was forty-two while she was thirty-one. "They.