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"What do you know about pipis," you say. | "What do you know about pipis," you say. | ||
"Billy showed us," she says. "You got a big one." | "Billy showed us his," she says. "You got a big one." ''Billy must be a boy in the creche'', you think. Without warning, she pulls her pyjama bottoms down. "I don't got pipi," she says, putting her hand down between her legs. | ||
Your cock, which had been subsiding, springs back up to attention at the sight of her neat little cleft. "That's the difference between boys and girls," you say, shifting uncomfortably. | Your cock, which had been subsiding, springs back up to attention at the sight of her neat, chubby little cleft. "That's the difference between boys and girls," you say, shifting uncomfortably. | ||
" | "Show me," she demands and moves closer. | ||
'' | ''This is the moment,'' you realise. ''You can send her back to bed or you can get it out and see what happens'' | ||
*[[TBaby/Jason/Veronica/ | *[[TBaby/Jason/Veronica/Second Thursday/Maybe next week|Send her back to bed]] | ||
*[[TBaby/Jason/Veronica/Second Thursday/Baby BJ|Fuck it - she can barely string three words together. Who's she gonna tell?]] | |||
[[Category:TBaby|Jason]] | [[Category:TBaby|Jason]] | ||
Latest revision as of 09:22, 11 March 2020
"It's private," you say.
"Is at your pipi," she says, pointing.
"What do you know about pipis," you say.
"Billy showed us his," she says. "You got a big one." Billy must be a boy in the creche, you think. Without warning, she pulls her pyjama bottoms down. "I don't got pipi," she says, putting her hand down between her legs.
Your cock, which had been subsiding, springs back up to attention at the sight of her neat, chubby little cleft. "That's the difference between boys and girls," you say, shifting uncomfortably.
"Show me," she demands and moves closer.
This is the moment, you realise. You can send her back to bed or you can get it out and see what happens