.i think there's something wrong with me, i feel disgusted with myself "She started stroking my hair"Why do you feel that way?"She sounded worried but...tried to hide it "Yesterday i had a sexual dream...about zac" i told her the truth...well, a version of the truth."Oh honey that's normal, you're probably just connecting being a little lonely sexually and being a little lonely at home, you guys have changed so much in recent years, you used to be friends..." I can't stop thinking about it. I was asked if I knew which sonnet it was, and I said "Yes, sir, number 91." I was asked whether I knew the beginning of it and I replied: "Some glory in their birth, some in their skill," sir. And I was told we'd be doing more Shakespeare in 9 and 10.I didn't mention Rachel. The boys always talked about girls in the changing room. But I could feel it was all talk. They looked at girls, but they knew no girls.That night I had a very strange dream. At breakfast, I spoke to Dad."Can you take me. I felt cold air touch my bottom, felt a sting of shame as I realized that my pussy was visible to her between my legs. My heart began to hammer, fear and embarrassment washing over me in alternating waves. How could she possibly do this to me? I was a grown woman! I hadn't been spanked since I was a little girl!Then she touched her hand to the soft flesh of my bottom and began to lightly caress me there."Now, hold still, and this will soon be over," she purred. I swear I heard a note of sultry. I took a copy of glamour magazine and mytea and sun tan lotion and lay in the warm fall sun for almost 3 hours. Itried to give my longish nails the best manicure I could and painted themthe same color as my toes. I turned a couple of times and by 4:00 when Icame in, I had tan lines no boy should have. I made a salad and put on thewhite lace cover up. I watched one of the talk shows and the news and thenwent back to our bedroom. I hopped in the shower and shaved as close as Icould.I sat in front.