“Yeah, but go slow, she says she afraid she’ll split.” I moved into her very slowly, a tiny fraction of an inch at a time and pulled out after e...ery advance. She seemed to relax and lubricated even more. After about a minute I was all the way into her. She kept squeezing Willy’s hand for comfort. I kept up medium strokes making sure not to hit her cervix or hurt her in any way. She was starting to respond, twitching and grunting as I went deeper. Willy was French kissing her and playing with. Way bigger than anything she’d had inside her to date. “Scared now?” That cocky smile again. “Scared you won’t fuck me before my break’s over.” Damn—careless words when confronted with that massive fuck-stick. “That’s all I need to know.” He was on her in a heartbeat, tongue parting her lips, shoving deep into her mouth. Both hands grabbed her panties as the kiss continued; she crooked her knees so that he could tear them right off. The pair of them naked now. Without warning he shoved two. He wasn’t wearing his coat this time but a T-shirt and she liked it even more. And when he looked at her he didn’t lower his gaze at all but kept staring at her hungrily with a stone face. She knew that this time she was playing with fire and under the pretext of using the bathroom she grabbed her bag and left not knowing that the moment she closed the door behind her, Daniel got up and followed her. She decided to walk the longer way as the evening was nice and she was unlikely to get into any. Jenny had the amount of sexual experience one would expect a barely ten year old girl to have: absolutely none. She might have played doctor or you-show-me-yours-I’ll-show-you-mine, but she might not even have done that.In short, Paul Macon was afraid that he might ruin things, that Jenny’s first time might not be good and that this would be his fault. It didn’t occur to him that Jenny might have similar fears: that she might not be any good.When Ted Michaels opened the door and welcomed Jenny.