I hadn’t had any Wexler nightmares, but I wasn’t sure that was a good thing. I was concerned that I might be repressing as much as I could. Maybe ... needed to ... well, I didn’t know what I needed to do. Maybe therapy would draw that out.Naturally Matt Striker wanted to see me; he must have felt helpless and frustrated and furious and ... probably a lot of other things. But he was wise in so many ways, Matt. He understood that it had to be, should be, family time for me.He and I will hook up. So I rated them as if were going to be intercourse, only not quite as strictly. Most boys were found wanting.Anyway, I was astonished because my pussy was wet, and I'd been thinking about my Uncle touching me and saying that one day he was going to fuck me! I mean, that's pretty strange, isn't it? I couldn't think of a single one of my friends who had ever said "Oh, I just can't wait to feel my Uncle's big old prick in my pussy." My friends just didn't say things like that. They talked about. NurseVicki 55F DommeI turn to the machine and turn it out setting at 50 cc an hour then tell you i going to see if the antibiotic is up want any thing while I am away like coffee?SilentPartner 57M Switchlooks down at Your handiwork and smiles slightly. Thank you I saySilentPartner 57M SwitchIm good thanksSilentPartner 57M Switch(just have a hard time taking my own temp)NurseVicki 55F DommeI go and take a few mins to have a cup of coffee as i chart what i did as i have looked and no antibotic. Her pubic hair looked a little wiry. As I stared I couldn’t see anything else. With my lack of experience I didn’t know what else there was to see. But I knew that I was seeing something special.Anne stepped out of her panties and sat back on the edge of the bed. She picked up the panties and held them out to me.“Smell them” she said.I held them up to my face not knowing what to expect. They had a slight musky aroma, not unpleasant, and a slight whiff of pee.“Well” She said.“Wha..wha…what?” I.