He yells, screams. “No, John, no,” he cries. “Your first time?” I ask. He tries to nod. “Try again?” I ask. “Yes.” I reach for more...lube, rub it in gently. A second try. “Relax,” I say, “don’t squeeze, just let go.” “Yes,” he says. A new thrust. He screams. I’m in two inches and will stay there. You look at his face, you can see the pain subside. One minute. Two minutes. An angel walks through the room. “Ready for more?” I ask. He nods. I’m just putting a bit more pressure on my cock.. .. a woman?As a martial artist, Ranma was able to endure any pain. So when herevirginity was taken, it wasn't much painful. But it was like somethingelse breaking inside her. Her pride, her self confidence - this onethrust shattered Ranma's masculinity into pieces, like a rock breakingthe glass.Ranma whimpered as her body rocked with each thrust. Long, hard dick wasmoving like a ram, crushing the fortress of her masculinity, of her willpower. Drool run down her chin as she clung to her grip,. "'Cautious man," she cooed."Just rather not turn the corner into the neighborhood and see my house burning," I said."And you think about such things," she retorted. "Like you're Mister Stability or something." She caught my facial expression. "No, Chuck, I'm not being snotty. That's a GOOD thing." Well, thank you," I said, putting a bit of an edge on the words."Don't get all sensitive. I'm just not used to a guy who thinks further ahead than ... Never mind." Sorry, Jen," I said. "I shouldn't be. Jim was the only one heading to a different location.We were all busy doing something by eight, or at least we had a fresh cup of coffee in our hands. The motor shop people were all standing around with a cup of coffee while Charlie and Shawna were putting the finishing touches on the bike. It really looked classy. At first glance you thought it was just a copy of a car then, looking closer, you saw the small pictures of all the different Busch and Winston Cup cars that had won big races,.