As I entered her room, she told the uncle to call her back later, and she dropped the call.She asked me if I needed anything. I said, “Yes, I needed...something. I need the answer to my question why are you always sad? What’s the problem?” She turned her face and said, “I told you that you couldn’t understand it.” I said, “I promise I’ll try my best to understand and will try to help you.”But she didn’t answer and went to the kitchen without saying anything. I followed her. As I reached there, I. I got the blush I had been looking for and she said "Do you really think that or are you teasing me like everybody else?" I think you're very pretty" I replied "anybody who thinks different must be blind or stupid".I thought the conversation was going well until I heard the remembered "Matt and Jan!" from our teacher, Mrs. McAllister. "We are trying to have a class here. You two obviously aren't interested. Both of you front and center!"This was expected by me and I tried hard not to smile. "I. . oh!" she murmured, and trembled. I slid a bit more into her, and her trembling became a shudder."Oh yes!" she moaned, as I continued to move deeper into her, a little at a time, until I could feel her cervix against the head of my cock."I feel so full," Clare whispered in a dreamy voice."Are you ready to proceed?" I asked."Yes, but slowly. I want to enjoy this feeling for a long time." Oh yes, Sweet Clare! Long, slow strokes to begin with," I told her, as I kissed her again, and began to move. Well, I’ll let you in on a secret. It’s a bluff. It’s one of those things women do to shift the balance of power in their favor. And it works! Almost every guy out there folds and becomes a compliant servant at the slightest hint of that look. Everyone but me anyway.Of course, I never let them know they haven’t won. I play along and get all apologetic and everything.Now here’s another secret. That works too!There’s nothing women like better than hearing you say you’re sorry. But you have to be.