Her face was flushed, as if she'd been running. Her hands were together between her legs, which were together from crotch to toe, bent to the left at ...he knee. I could see her chest moving as she breathed heavier than normal. She was staring straight at me, defiantly.I made my voice as stern as I could. "I've had about enough from you, young lady. I want you to stay right where you are. I'll be back in a couple of minutes to teach you a lesson."She mumbled something."What did you say?". Our Mother over the years had ensured we would be capably to look after our selves the training included cooking, laundry, shopping and general housekeeping and the final test looking after each other it was a case of sink or swim there was no in-between. we both realised we must pass this final exam or it would prove to our Mother we were incapably of looking after or caring for each other. We split the chores rotating our duties daily we worked well together and by the end of the week we felt. I took it and said goodbye.When we did meet at her house, it was early evening. She could have changed, but I think she fully understood my fantasy fetish. She was still wearing a black skirt and a white blouse. It was a bit weird because my fantasy really only existed in the context of the library. She said she had a bottle of Jamesons whisky and would I like one, becase she certainly wanted one. I agreed. While preparing the glasses, she bent to get ice cubes, and I could see again, the. I…..Oh God…..I feel moisture rubbing between my inner thighs. I..I wet myself. I hug my knees closer and drape one hand over my hips. I glance my fingers against my skin. I..I…I’m wet…I had a wet dream. Looking down, my bare breasts have painful obvious swollen nipples. Even if my mind can’t remember what I was dreaming about, my body sure seems too. I try to fall back asleep, I try to fight it, but I just can’t. The fan continues to blow cold air over my body and my nipples become hard and.