"So how big is it" she whispered moving closer to me. "I don't know really I stuttered" I was feeling my cock start to swell with this talk. By now sh... had rubbed her hand over my groin. "Feels pretty decent to me" she said. Her touching me made it swell even faster. I had never been with a girl before and I knew that this may be the first time. I let her stroke my groin a bit more. "I want to see it" she said squeezing harder. I followed her into a small area of trees where we could get some. I tried to ask you about it, but you didn’t want to talk. I don’t know, maybe that’s when I should have pushed. In any event, it delayed the two of you from speaking for seven years. I promised myself I wouldn’t intervene again.’ ‘You’re not angry with me?’ Maisie whispered. ‘Of course not, dear.’ Her mother sighed. ‘I’ve always felt . . . guilty, I suppose. I knew you were miserable, that you were suffering. Do you have any idea what it’s like to see your child be miserable? To know that. She winced under him as his head hit her cherry. He paused and let her reposition her hands around his so she would have something to grab on to. Then he pushed again, still going slow, but with more force, and felt the resistance give way as she squeezed his hand so hard he thought she would break his fingers. The sound she let out as he slid the rest of the way in was an incredible expression of pain and pleasure, and just that sound gave Allen a shiver. She took a deep breath, then pulled. "I'm thirsty, let's have a drink," Sara replied. And as if from no whereshe grabbed two bottles of what I thought was water from the bedsidetable."C'mon, drink. You'll like it."I put the bottle to my lips and took a sip. It tasted fantastic, and Ifound myself not being able to stop. Before I knew it I had drained thebottle."Hee hee," Sara giggled. "Here, have this one too," she said, passingthe second bottle."No, I'm quite fine thank you," I said."Have it," Sara said in an almost forceful.