'Why's that?' I said? 'Boys change more during a spanking. They start out all hard and tough and after six strokes they're crying more than the girls!... Great fun to watch!' she said smirking slightly. 'I see.' I said, pretending to write down what she was saying. 'Did you ever spank anyone outside of school?' I asked. 'I didn't have any children of my own so never really spanked anyone at home. I was a babysitter for a couple of friends of mine and gave the odd pat but nothing serious! Were you. .. turn around so I can fuck you from behind." I kneeled on the bed at her command with her behind me and fingers still wet inside slipping in and out and nudging at my clit. Her free hand grabbing hold of my tits kept me upright and her mouth moaned beside me, kissing my neck.More fingers entered and I reached my orgasm so loudly with her encouragement. My swollen bud was sensitive now but she kept going. She kept taking me to the edge until I'd fallen forward and came so hard on her hand in. It was dark out there, all the better considering how I looked. The walk is usually quiet and I have to pass under a couple of railway bridges, places where on a Saturday night seem the official outdoor toilet. God only knows what must happen there some nights.I was trying to keep the heels from echoing to much as I passed under the arches, there were a couple of guys taking a piss on the other side I looked away speeded up, but I bumped straight into a guy who seemed to becoming in the other. Having loved well we never forget. I wish the best for you. In timeIt was signed, Love, Victor.The tears came freely, but she smiled though them at him, and he thought he saw real love for him in her eyes.“I’m not crying for Neil, I’m crying because you are so thoughtful.”At lunch, after a gentle drive round the coast road, Angela broke the silence.“I’m still thinking about your card and what you wrote, Victor. It repeats what you said the day before yesterday when you suggested it might not be.