I struggled, it seemed like there was a great haze blocking that part ofmy mind but I finally found it, "Tyler" Tell me what your name is" she said in...a soft, girlish voice.I struggled but could not think of it, I struggled and struggled but stillnothing would come. She laughed and shouted "What, you forgot so soon, I thought you werestronger than that!" she taunted.I felt my mind go soft and I felt compelled to ask what my name was. "Your name is Katherine Marie Smith, silly!"It seemed so. That early morning I awoke with the most wondrous of feelings, I now know I experienced a wet dream, that most perfect of orgasms, flawless in its execution and blameless in the eyes of nature, God, and man.I had been 'Spooning' my Grandfather and finished up with him between my thighs, as hard as a log and I holding his head in my hand as my thighs had squeezed his penis until I came.The storm had passed and I slipped from the bed and went back to my own room to enjoy the feeling for the rest. Methodically, she strolled around the Prius, knocking out each window and leaving big, ugly dents in the side panels. She knew she ought to feel scared...no, appalled at her loss of control and looming consequences; she felt...great. Better than great. Energized, buzzed, on top of the world.She felt wet.She knocked out both headlights and looked in Kirstie's direction, half-expecting to spot her in the distance, scampering down the shoulder of the interstate, frantically trying to flag down a. I told her no problem, to come on out when she had time. Only if she knew what was going through my mind at the moment, me in the truck alone with her would have been the last place she’d want to be. I went on out to the truck and decided I’d play on my laptop while waiting, but the way I was sitting, the sun was coming straight in the windshield at me, so I closed my window curtains to block it out. Since I had some privacy and was a bit horny after my run-in with the clerk, I figured I might.