His face burned red, and I though he was angry with me, but he was just embarrassed. He tried to tell me it was no big deal, but his voice quivered li...e I'd caught him flushing a loved but dead pet. The rest of my sexual education I picked up from mom and school. When I asked her a question, mother would answer briefly but reasonably. Long before puberty turned my life into a freak show, I had seen no less than five 'serious' films about it. Mother answered my other questions, but I was shy. I spoke to the attending physician and he told me that she had a massive coronary attack and there was nothing they could do for her. He was sorry.For the next three days I was busy with the funeral arrangements for mom. When I left the cemetery after the funeral I was sitting in the back of the limousine thinking about my mother and her life when Helen's words came to my mind. I thought of what a great companion she had been to my mother albeit for a very short three weeks. I decided then and. She closed her eyes, watching galaxies explode behind her eyelids as his tongue fired her up. The belt slashed against her ass cheek, harder yet, then again against the other cheek. She yelped, jumping back. Clarence stood and pointed at the floor. “Come back here and stay here or I’ll be forced leave welts on your ass and thighs.” Xenia moved back into position, fingers clenched tightly in the cloth. This is so damn erotic, she thought. He moved forward and closed her nipple in his mouth,. Eventually exhaustion wraps me in her embrace again and I pass out. Once again I suddenly wake up. Another dream maybe? I can’t remember anything. I roll over to my side and draw my knees into my chest, curling up in the fetal position. My thighs rub together. I feel…..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.