“Fuck the elevator story. I don’t need to hear it. Come shower with me instead.” So we did that – and in the shower she told me the elevator s...ory; how he’d taken her with him to a convention of some sort in Vegas. How he’d taken her out for a nice dinner at Smith & Wollensky’s, dressed to the nines, except that he hadn’t allowed her to wear panties beneath her tiny cocktail dress and above her stockings. She told me of how they’d teased each other through dinner, touching and tormenting. She. I started to squirm from the pain. "What is the problem now?" She quizzed. "Stand up, are you hiding something from me?" Mrs. Farr exclaimed. I stood up, my boner making a massive tent in my pants and a huge wet spot from the precum dripping out. "Mrs. Farr, I am sorry but you are making my Winnie hurt!" I said to her playing dumb. Mrs. Farr looked at me with a pained look on her face. "I am trying to teach you a lessen to not look down women's shirts." She exclaimed. Thinking that I had her. " And with that she left.Mum came and hugged me saying "well baby, welcome to your new life" Ihugged her back feeling a surge of love for my Mum?????Just how many changes have been made to me? It seemed to be perfectlynatural for me to accept her as my Mother and when I looked at Amy Irealised that my initial reaction was to love her as a sister, eventhough deep down in another life, (or so it seemed) we had been lovers.As I was contemplating this the door opened and a nurse entered, it'stime. “They’ve done the other though, and I know them. They won’t stop. It’s like some disease or something!”Flossie suddenly remembered that the health class was supposed to have something in it about self control. She couldn’t remember talking about that. Apparently her class had unleashed passions, instead of controlling them. She wondered why she hadn’t gotten to the “How to keep from doing this” part of the course.“That’s easy,” said the wanton Flossie inside her. “You don’t have any control..