It was almost saturday morning around 3.30 and i was On bypass driving really fast, then suddenly i saw a car near to science city with its emergency ...lights on.I stopped immediately as nothing of this sort has ever happend it the last 6 months. I just got down from my bike and saw a really B E A U TIFUL lady in the car crying at first i thought about all the horror movies but then I geared up my self and went on to ask the lady whats wrong.First let mr describe her She was a 35 yr old lady and. ”“He found /me/.”“Okay, spill. How’d you two meet?”Nallen smiled while looking at me, then turned back to my father. “It was actually at her work. I’d been having some business taken care of - thankfully not by her boss - she was on break, seemed unhappy about something. We started talking.”It was all I could do not to choke. Sure I was usually a bit unhappy at work - who wouldn’t be working for a pig like Grant Collins the Third (Turd?)? - but we certainly hadn’t met there! Good thing, there. Arthur's life began largely to revolve around watching Sylvia and her gymnastic class, always hoping to witness yet another girl being sent to the naughty square. Each time it happened he spent most of that evening writing it up and pasting the report below the girl's name on his secret wall in his house just outside the school. He gave each girl a mark for how well she took her spanking, and wrote extensively about what followed after Sylvia told her she could stand up.And then one day as he. It was December that our indescribable chat sex began. I can’t relay to you the depth of words that were exchanged. It was “No Holds Barred”! I did most of the chatting. I wonder why? I got off so hard knowing she would do anything I asked. It was amazing that my naughty little cousin got off on my 29 year old ass! We were playing out, on line, a dance that we new would become a real, physical, experience at the next reunion in August, 9 months later. As the time came closer I felt school boy.