.. I mean I do know whatyou're going to ask and the answer is yes. I too am a bed wetter. Thatis what you wanted to ask isn't it?" It is and thank ...ou so much for trusting me with that information," Mrs.Carver said suddenly giving Mark a hug."That's okay, Actually about six months ago, no, seven now, I was shotwith an arrow and it caused some problems. On top of that I wasborderline with an underdeveloped bladder and because of that itsometimes spasms and releases on its own. It happens. “Steve,” she said softly.I released her breast, moved my hand, and quickly sat up.“Sorry,” I said. “Was I going too fast?”“No,” she said, almost in a whisper. “Can we go to the bedroom?”I smiled, stood up, and took her hand. When she stood, I bent down a bit, scooped her into my arms, kissed her softly, and carried her into the bedroom. I decided not to put her on the bed, so I let her down, and we stood face to face. I wasn’t sure if she wanted to take off my shirt, or if I should do it, so I. I tried tho push it in but it wasn't working. Time after time I felt myself almost stretch to take it in, but it would go. Like a woman possessed I got up on my knees and squatted over it. I was going to use my weight to help it go in. I was sweating and my boobs were jiggling around with my efforts. I squatted and held on to it to aim it. Gritting my teeth I pushed down and slowly it started to happen. My new lips spread obscenely apart and the head stretched my opening until I thought I. I couldn’t believe how much power I had over him. It aroused me. ‘Do you promise to give me an A?’ I asked, wanting to test my new found power. ‘Not just for this test, but for the rest of the year?’ ‘Yes!’ he agreed immediately. ‘Now, please, just raise your skirt, I want to see …’ I raised my skirt to my waist. My white tights weren’t quite opaque, so he could see through to my lacy bikini panties. ‘Are you a virgin?’ he asked, the words almost catching in his dry throat. ‘No,’ I answered.