“The worst is over,” he whispered. “Let me know when the pain goes away and we’ll start slowly and it’ll feel better and better.”After a ...ouple of minutes, it was down to a dull ache so I told him to go for it. He pulled back out past the busted-up hymen and pushed back in a bit further. I now had probably half of his cock in me and it felt so good. It still hurt some because he was stretching me like mad. But it was a good pain. It wasn’t the sharp pain of my maidenhead. Each inch he. .I'll need some er, audience participation?"He smiled and nodded, so she got down onto her knees in front of him, and reached up under his shirt to undo his trousers. As they fell around his legs, she was already easing his shorts down over his hips, and releasing his glorious member from its confinement. He had a massive erection, stretching a full 9" from root to tip, which sprung forward to rest against her breasts. Vicky reached up, undid the front of the bra and pulled her tits apart so. This was a very dangerous game and could easily end up ruining both our lives if we didn’t maintain control. I wanted to play in the worst possible way. After all, it was just words. Her body language, her dreamy look telegraphed that I could just lean over, start kissing her and having my way with her, as I’d dreamed about many times before. Of course, thinking like that, even talking out loud this what-if was a slippery-slope that could easily land me in a place I didn’t want to be.“Trudy,” I. ’ I croaked nervously, ‘come in.’ As he squeezed past me his eyes immediately went to my cleavage that was being pushed up by my basque. Scott grinned and nodded approvingly. Once in the living room there was a horrible awkward moment when neither one of us wanted to be the first to speak. ‘Do you want a coffee or something?’ I stammered as he placed his briefcase next to my sofa. ‘Great…milk, no sugar thanks.’ My stomach was tied in knots as I teetered across the room to the kitchen, knowing.