Maybe you think about what it is likely you'll have to face when you get to work.In other words, you make plans.And so, as Jennifer crawled into bed w...th the man who, only a week earlier, had been "Uncle Bob," a man she knew well and liked a lot, her natural bent was to ... make plans.In one sense the desire to make these plans was even stronger, by virtue of the fact that they had, subconsciously or not, avoided making plans up to that point. Making plans requires that you make decisions, and. I wrap the other end of the rope around the bed knob, securing it just as a second hand lunges up out of the sheets at me. I kick the arm, then grab a second rope I have waiting, catching the arm and tying it to the other bed post. The headboard creaks as the arms flail and jerk, trying to get free. I pick up another rope and wait. There were always three arms before.It shoots up right between my legs, grabbing at me, and I feel the sharp claws rake my skin, but I throw the rope over it and. Her voice was controlled; I recognized the tone, their argument not over, which is why she followed him into the bathroom.She looked around him and took in my confusion. Her face tightened with anger. She glanced down to my crotch. Her eyes held on my hard-on for a few seconds. She looked up to meet my eyes and smiled, somehow relaxing for the first time in as long as I could remember. It was a comforting and discomforting. Her action and reaction made me harder and increased my confusion. My. Nothing else, no bra no knickers, no hold-ups. A shower and a quick paint-job later and we were set for sleaze. I even put some spermicide upon a large dildo and pushed it up my cunt just to make sure I was wet and slippy in there. you know, in case we did it with some guys?So we went to this bar and got pissed.I'm not usually like this but...I was drunk and dancing with this guy who had said hello earlier to my tits. well, I liked him!So did my tits!And he liked me a lot, so he hugged my ass.