I am having strange feelings there”. I was only too glad and immediately slid down between mother’s thighs and started showering kisses on her wet...and warm vulva.I made mother get climax four times that afternoon by sucking her pudenda, before we went downstairs for the evening tea. Later that night, I saw my mother fully naked for the first time. She removed her blouse, sari and petticoat and stood before me like a goddess. She looked gorgeous with nice legs and thighs and wonderfully shaped. Was this astral travel, I didn't know.The firemen and ambulance crew worked at a frenzied pace.“Am I dead? Who's going to take care of Mark?” I floated above the ambulance as it rushed me to the emergency room.I heard some say, “Is that Wendy? Oh my God, it is.” I watched as my co-workers frantically cut the remains of my scrubs away from my mangled body.The trauma bay changes when it's one of our own as a patient. Within seconds, there were five Drs. in the room, orders were being shouted as. The other night (Monday, 01 December) I was rather inebriated. Intoxicated, you might say, with my success. I killed a few minutes telling the world about it and I must apologize to some of you. I was letting off some of the stress that had been building over the long summer. I wrote my doctoral thesis and it was published, paving the way for my dissertation and public defense of that same article.Upon getting published I experienced an ominous calm, a dreadful silence really. Thankfully,. Flickered. Briefly. Less than a minute, I’d say. Maker’s hairy arse, Sierra, what happened to you?” His tone sounded so frightened, so desperate, I wanted nothing but to hold him until the fear subsided.I thought over my ordeal, wondering where to even start, when a few of the more horrific details I’d apparently been repressing made themselves known again. “Avanna,” I gasped, tears gathering in my eyes. “Faren!” The tears began to overflow, and I buried my face back in his neck.“Avanna?” He.