My pretty girlfriend's name was Linda Anderson and we were living in a fast growing Scandinavian small town.Linda and I met at a private party, we fel... in love and as I was a happy owner of a nice house, she moved in with me and now three years later we had been talking about wedding and a family.Everything in our relation ought to been perfect, but lately there had been a strange feeling in my mind. Though it wasn't possible describe exactly what it was, I began to look at minor matters here. Sure enough when i made my way into the room my mother was laying face down on the sheets in just her shorts and a bra. I proceeded to warm the moisturising cream in my hands before straddling my mother and gently rubber her back and shoulders. Although when i started this task i wasn't even considering my fantasy, it quickly shot to the forefront of my mind and i soon found myself focusing on ensuring i swept my hands as low on her back as i could and made sure i was making plenty of contact. Then Jonnie moved up next to her and stared at her, his intense aqua eyes swimming with so many emotions, but only one thought still in his mind… My God, Megan… I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d lost you… She smiled softly as she heard his voice inside her head and felt the effects of the pain medication kicking in, giving her a floating feeling, and she vividly recalled the strange dream she’d had. She murmured sleepily, ‘I couldn’t leave, Jonnie… you said you’d never forgive me. And. And they had made sure to bunk him up with one of the guys with the biggest cocks to 'break him in'. Not that James knew his fate yet. He had an inkling from the TV, from rumours and jest, but surely prison couldn't be all that bad? Ever the optimist, James didn't want to think about what could be in store for him.Kyle was sat up on the top bunk, his muscular back pressed against the wall as he watched his new cellmate, his expression blank. He eyed the boy up, taking in his smooth, pale skin,.