His 10 inch, wrist thick penis was at full mast underneath it as he observed the serving wenches bustle back and froth in their relatively low cut dre...ses. Not that they needed to be low cut, with the size of some of their udders they couldn’t hide em under three layers.At the end of it all though, there were only two women that had caught his attention. An adventuring party that came into the tavern looking for just what he was: A cleric. He took one look at them and knew what their classes. Neither cared if I achieved orgasm or not. The first one complained because I got (or get) sloppy wet.The second jerk I gave myself too, complained that I sweat too much. And when I did manage to reach orgasm, he accused me of peeing on him!Why should I have expected him to know that female come (Or what every that hot oil is gushes out of my vagina during orgasm) "does not" smell or feel or taste, like pee?The embarrassment their stupid complains caused me to stay out of intimate situations. Aaaagggh” And there it was. My legs twitched, and my hips bucked as my son got me off for the first time. I rolled onto my side and threw my leg over him to rub my pussy on his leg as the aftershocks shook my body. Ron put his arms around me and held me to his chest. I was content to stay in his arms until morning. We managed to pull the blanket and sheet over us before we fell asleep with the smell of sex on our bodies. We could shower in the morning.I thought about what we had done the night. .." I murmured. "Five years old and still in need of diapers? My 3-year-old sister can use the toilet. Ridiculous! You're not the brightest one, are you?" she laughed. Then I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. My high-pitched whimpering was heard all over the reception area. "That's not fair! It's all Cathryns fault! I don't need diapers!" I sobbed. "I think the puddle right at your feet proves otherwise. And don't blame me for your lack of control. Ive been toilet training you for 3 years.