You know. A kid asks a difficult question and one parent says, "Ask your Mom!" or "Ask your Dad!"That was my first impulse. "What the hell do I do now..." raced through my mind. I couldn't stop and tell Michelle to hop back to her mother in the car. I was on the hook for an answer and like I mentioned, I had no experience talking to a child. My child as it was the case.The proverbial first question kids asked was, "Why is the sky blue?" Not, "What's that dido in your pocket for?"I will admit that. Her entire body contracted and pulsed and her vagina clamped down on the huge slab of black meat inside her, pulsing frantically to pull the needed fluid from it.As she screamed through the throes of her orgasm, he began to pulse. The excited, fertile female was too much. One last deep push and he exploded inside her. His ejaculate blasting into her cervix with each shot, her pulsing body sucked the scum into her womb instantly surrounding the awaiting egg with his DNA. So much sperm was. . important.”She nodded and laid her head against my chest again, seeking comfort in the certainty of my body. “I’ll miss her.”“Me too,” I said, my voice raspy with pent-up emotion.My chest was tight and I felt a growing knot in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t want to believe it. A car accident. Just some random thing.Random hurts.Some time later, I don’t know how long, the phone rang. My wife stepped back and wiped her eyes, smiling bleakly at me.I cleared my throat and then picked up the. .. unusual," warned Vickie."Honey I'll do it upside down while balancing a jar of peanut butter on my nose if that's what he wants." All right, here's the address. He'll be expecting you for dinner at eight."Great... I don't know how to thank you for this opportunity." You'll find a way," smiled Vickie pulling her skirt back down, her nest still dripping from the multiple orgasms Lena's talented mouth and tongue had provided.The secretary smiled and exited.She may wish it was only peanut butter.