“That goes to the part of a woman that grows babies” I explained. My finger went in a little further, out, then I slid it back in just to the knuc...kle. “Ooh, I think I just felt a little tingly” she said. So I did it twice more and she smiled widely.“Do you know how grown-ups make babies?”“No, other boys and girls say lots of things but Miss Pritchard hasn’t taught us that yet.” She answered in a very serious tone.“Maybe I can help you with that, come on let’s go downstairs and do some French. The anger, the lack of sleep, his partner shot ... it is all catching up to him.“I’m going to ask one more time,” he growls. “What were you doing there?”“What if I don’t tell you?” she asks defiantly.“Then I’m going to beat it out of you,” he growls right back.“Now that could be fun,” Erika says, smiling. “My father used to beat me before he fucked me. He said he liked how I could move to resist. It made it easier. You know, after a few years even I began to like it.”Spencer has had enough. He. My mind kept telling me that I should move or at least say something, but every time I tried my voice would fail me. I glanced down at his pants and could clearly see the outline of his growing cock. It looked huge. I decided to tempt fate and leaned in towards him, extending my hand to his bulging trousers. I placed my palm against him and could feel the dull throb of his cock beneath the fabric. He felt hard as steel, strong the way I expected him to be.I couldn’t really control myself. The worst blow job I ever had was wonderful, and that certainly wasn't the worst.''But I got it all wrong, ' she wailed. 'I started, and you were much bigger than I thought, and then I got excited and it all went wrong.''And the first time you try anything you expect to be perfect? Sweetheart, think straight: you started and you got excited; good sign. If you'd felt revolted that would definitely have been a problem. I was bigger than you thought? So we'll enjoy practicing. It all went wrong?.