.. I ejaculated and woke up after the first slap.In reality, I don't think I ever touched that girl.All and all I was a late bloomer with my sex life....I think I was a decently good looking guy, but I was also quite gloomy and I liked to keep to myself, and so experiences like that had to wait for a few years more.It was around that time when I began to spend more time in the Internet, and the possibilities that it granted to me opened many new doors for my little perversion.I remember when I. What day did that make it? It was four days past, with four dreams. It was Wednesday morning. Also, for the fourth straight morning, I felt my dear, sweet wife fondling me with mouth and hands under the covers. I’m still not sure what actually wakes me, Gloria’s screams of pleasure, or feeling Karen going down on me. No matter, both seem to occur simultaneously. As I watched Karen’s head bob under the covers, I replayed the whole somnambular episode in my mind. I thought the whole thing. I told that in the morning, she could come in while I got dressed. Wesat there, close together, not saying another word until the news wentoff, then we went to bed. I lay there in bed wondering if I would everunderstand my compulsion, let alone help mom understand. I wasn't sureif I had hurt her, or she was simply concerned about everything elsethat was sure to come from my dressing as a girl. Sleep came, and in mydreams I became a real woman, quite able to have children. It was apleasant. She looked up at him, eyes glittering with adoration. For all the problems he’d had teaching her, he’d rarely resorted to punishment, choosing instead to reward her behavior when she was a good little girl. It had taken time, but she had learned her lessons. She was a VERY good little girl now, and from the slight tremble in his hands, she’d be getting another reward soon. Oh, but I’ll teach you, too. Some day I’ll get you to pull out and shoot it all over my face instead of down my.