I said, "Push it in, but be gentle. I am afraid it will hurt too much." With my muscles clenched, Ryan actually had difficulty entering me. After a wh...le I rewarded his tenderness by relaxing my cunt as I said "POP!" Once inside me, he paused to let my "deflowered" pussy stretch and get used to him. Actually, I tightened up in order to continue the role of a virgin. As he stroked inside me he commented on how tight I was, and that he never fucked a virgin before. Eventually, he couldn't hold. She let out an unexpected gasp and paused momentarily, only to move her hand over to her right breast and repeat the feeling there. She closed her eyes. She had never been very confident in how her body looked, even with the most intimate of relationships. She held an image in her head that allowed her to forget her thoughts and move them in a much more pleasurable direction. She continually moved her hands back and forth from nipple to nipple, just wishing that someone was there to suck on. The kissing is becoming more and more urgent. I feel her hand starting to fumble with my belt buckle. "Hold on!" I tell her. Without thinking I jump up and cross the office locking my door. I turn around to face her. She is facing me on the couch. She has already unbuttoned most of her blouse, and she has one hand cupping and massaging her breasts through a lace black bra. Her legs are spread apart. She has her high heels propped on the edge of the coffee table, with her other hand rubbing up. "Yeah, who are they?" he asked."This," Jack said placing his finger on one of the photos, "is Billy, 'The Button, ' Spinozo; he's hit man for the mob out of Detroit, and his partner here," Jack said pointing at one of the other pictures, "is Johnny Iota, also a hit man for the mob."Now he really had Dalton worried; he wasn't sure just what Jack was leading up to. "You're not going to tell me these are the friends that asshole is talking about." No, no, no," Jack quickly replied, "But they're.