"She chuckled, "Actually, I doubt that. Dave and I had some pretty personal conversations in bed together, and he made me swear that I would never tel... another soul about this...but...well...he sort of...his mother and him...God, I really don't know where to start..." He fucked his own mother?" Watch your mouth!" she snapped. "But to put it in less crude terms, yes, he sort of had an adult relationship with his own mother which lasted for many years. That was one of the reasons why I was so. Well, never mind. Wanna go over and talk it out? Or should we like ask the RA first?" Naw, let's talk to Erin and Deirdre first," Claire said."I bet the RA is happy to find a roomy for that weird girl. She's been through two of them before Erin. Always the same: screaming in the night and ya know like freezing up when a guy comes near."Claire felt realization wash over her. Deirdre was traumatized. She had nightmares and was afraid of guys. For Claire this spelled just one explanation: sexual. I feel as if I'm on fire inside and it's wonderful fire. She increases the speed of her strokes and I feel something exploding from me, my moans have turned to shrill screams and then, my thighs spread wide, my hips jerk madly and a spray of liquid spurts from my between my tight labia. Later in life I've read fiction in which women faint with pleasure when they orgasm like I did. I may have done just that as I came or my mind may have been centred deep in my cunt excluding everything else.. "Mom," I said gently not wanting to upset her. "Do you have any nailpolish remover?" "But why?" she started and then came to her senses. "Yes Joan, on mymakeup table. Be sure to put it back when you're done with it." "Thanks Mom," I said and rushed over to her bed and gave her a big hug. "I'll have to remember to get you some of your own."I smiled at that. Hell, what else could I do? No one had put a gun to myhead and forced me to paint my fingernails. I hugged her again tightly,found the.