.I’ve written my “abduction” storyIn a format not to every-ones tasteBut if you decide to continueGrab a tissue, you know, just in caseMy words ...re for one special personA woman I completely adoredAnd although my feelings still lingerShe moved on and I moved abroad Anyway, back to my storyAnd to give an initial insightIt tells of her part in a works-outingWhere alcohol flowed freely all nightWhen briefly away from her workmatesA meathead had made a crude playSaying she looked to be openTo. “Lube up that hard cock of yours, Dean,” he demanded. He then got on all fours and said: “Time to fuck me in the ass, Dean.” I was so excited and so, so hard at that point. I opened the bag and inside was a bottle of lube. I wasted no time and applied a good dose to my hands and generously covered the length of my now throbbing cock with the lube. I positioned myself behind Allan and pressed my cock against the opening of his asshole. I paused, thinking for a moment what I was about to do.. He had dished out countless spankings in his time but few women had taken one as long and hard as this one as still his hand slapped against Gwen's bottom before he decided to end it with a series of spanks to the tops of her thighs before about a dozen hard ones on each cheek. During the last part of the very prolonged spanking, Gwen had been opening and closing her legs and she had been as close to an orgasm as it was possible to be without actually climaxing. Alan was now gently stroking her. Not a day has gone by after Nick’s death that Greg has left my side. It’s sweet and loving but I know that he needs his friends, a girlfriend and honestly I need for him to have those things. I crave normalcy and Greg’s happiness is all that I can think about. His normal life is what keeps me sane. Greg reminds me of his father in so many ways, there are times when I am sitting near him I smell his father and hear his father in his voice and it bothers me because I want his father back so.