" She pushed at his hip, and after he hitched himself over on the bed, she sat on the edge.He looked up at her and saw tears in her eyes. He held out ...is arms, and she fell into them."I'm so sorry, David. I wanted to be mean to you, show you what it felt like to have your privacy invaded." You succeeded." I did?" Yes, when you forced me to bend over and spread 'em." Good, I guess. That's what I wanted, but I'm sorry now. Revenge isn't fulfilling, not really. I should have resisted, never. Greased with the bag balm and wided by grandpa's hand her asshole started slowly to open, forced that time down by gravity, she felt how this prick spread her hole, still slowly. First a inch, then another, always a little deeper untill he reaches the point her rectum seemed to end. My unce lifted her at the ropes, grandpa's cock slipped out, still the same slowly as he went in. 1-2-3 times they repeated this, always that slow, always with some additional grease. She started enjoying this. As we chat, I lean forwards...may as well give him more of an eyeful!Slowly I turn the conversation round to my predicament, and the play begins. I offload to John all my problems, and surprise even myself how easily I can turn on the waterworks! Instantly John tries to comfort me, and I experience a little surge of excitement as I feel him place a consoling hand briefly and gently on my knee.“Hey! Hey! Abbi!” he says, and as we both stand up. His hand comes up to my face, to help wipe away my. "Helen stop!" he cried. "Broken ribs, remember?" Broken ribs?" I gargled. Dad walked over to the door and called "He's awake!" through it.A man in a white jacket and a stethoscope came to stand beside and over me. A white clad nurse came to stand on the other side. She began taking my pulse, holding my wrist and staring at the watch on her wrist. The doctor held a little penlight up to my eyes, moving it around, and began generally poking and prodding."Sam, I'm Doctor Garrison. How are you.