Anyhow, Sis was walking around getting ready, and at first she was nude, then after her shower she was in her cute bra & panties set. At one point she...came into the hall dancing as she went, and paused to groove to a particularly good part of the song, treating me to a show of her dancing in her hot, sexy undies. That about pushed me over the edge, and I started looking about for the box of tissues Mom keeps stocked up on my bedside table. Shit! The box was empty!Oh, not now… I thought. I was. You grinned, enjoying my arousal in the midst of my pain as your hand pulledback and forth along my shaft, pumping it slowly. You brought the paddle aroundand rubbed it up and down my chest. Then, after letting it fall to your sideagain, without letting go of my penis, you suddenly took another swing at mybuttocks. I again winced, but remained silent. You doled out nine more strokes,bringing my punishment to a total of twenty strokes. Then you stepped behindme, to enjoy your work. I stiffened. .............The irony of the revelation, the clarity that dying gives you.Firstly, it is like I am actually living in some ridiculous teen movie,as I had previously surmised, I've been chasing the wrong girl, and it'scome too late that I'm having this fatal epiphany.Secondly, I Love her. Lucinda. My best friend.I've always loved her.How could I deceive myself for so long?Why is it that I've never had a relationship that lasted?Because no woman, no matter how sweet, how pretty, how smart, could. Abby screamed at first as inch after inch of thick cock penetrated her butt, which I imagine hadn't gotten much use in a while. However, remembering that she was in an interview, the young girl calmed down, took deep breaths and forced a smile as she took all of Gus into her shitter."Who wants us to make an Abby sandwich?" I asked the rest of the boys. They unanimously cheered in the affirmative. "How about you, Miss Abby?" I asked my friend."Yes, boss," she said, her smile almost hiding her.