"Okay. Talk," I said, trying to raise my mast again. But it wasn't happening. Oh, well, that meant I had to listen."Michael, I realize that you've tur...ed me into some kind of sex-crazed woman who enjoys incest, and I don't know why," she said as her eyes bore in on me. "A sane person would hate you for disrupting their life, but all I can say is, 'Thank you.'"Mom planted a very un-motherly kiss on me, which I returned."You've the reason why I did this," I told her. "Since I was old enough to. So tired she just stopped having sex with me. Months pass and I finally see her attitude pick up and a smile on her face. I was thinking that maybe that evening I’d be getting lucky but close to the end of the Friday work day she sent me a text and asked if it would be ok if she went out for drinks with some of the girls from work. Sure, why not was my response. “I love you and I’ll see you when you get home.” She giggled and hung up. The hours pass and I begin to fall asleep on the couch. It’s. By the light of day I had meant to replace the night’s fancy with the days tedium but I was haunted by the memory of her. We met the next night in a dream, reclining in an autumn painted orchard by a river bed. On a quilted blanket of down we held each other without restraint, lost in each others gaze that we had dared not fall prey to in waking hours. For when else but in the forgiving shrouds of dream can one hope to know such perfection without the threat of madness. A timeless passage of. .you jerked off your cockette and shot your load intomy panties" - I looked at her, in my heart I knew she was recordingeverything - "I jerked my cockette until I shot my load of hot cum intoyour panties." Now that wasn't so difficult to admit and now you've done the same intoNichola's panties, what a messy sissy." I felt so humiliated by thiscute, soft spoken girl 26, years younger than me, standing in front ofme, calling me sissy Chantelle. Humiliated but so excited also. "Whydidn't you use.