”“So when I do this.” I said, flicking a finger over Jennifer's nipple through her shirt,making her jump slightly, “she doesn't have to think ...bout it ,she just jumps like that as a reflex.” “Pretty much, yeah.” said Cory“In karate, you react to what you see or hear.” said Larry, but you don't have time to think about it first.”“Might be worth looking into.” I said, “I need a new project.”“You can project tomorrow.” said Jennifer, “Tonight I'm taking you upstairs to reflex the hell out of. My cell phone rang cutting the tension in the room like a knife.‎‎”Hello,” I said to an anonymous voice.‎‎”Okay, you caught us,” the male voice said. “I suppose you documented everything.”‎‎”You better believe it,” I said. ‎”You got sloppy and for nothing. I’m a worm farmer, nothing more.”‎‎”Don’t try to feed me shit like you do your worms,” the voice said.‎‎”You need to check your sources whoever they are I’m so clean I squeak. But my son and I plan to fuck your ass to the wall. I do assume we. Their tongues intertwining, each of them taking turns sucking on the others tongue. “Turn around baby, I have to do your back and that gorgeous ass of yours.” Meg turned around again, Alana ran the soap across her back and around every each of her ass. She then grabbed Meg’s ass with both hands and caressed it like it was a prized jewel. “So baby, tell me about this plan of yours for the day.” “First, I’ll be right back” Meg hopped out of the shower and went into the bathroom vanity grabbing. My experimentations into bondage cross-dressing grew over the years from a teenager into my twenties and now my thirties. This story takes me back to my very late twenties and during my first marriage to Karen. I’ve changed the names to protect my first wife who I no longer keep in touch with. Karen used to go out every Saturday morning at the local community centre, where she looked after teenagers. After the mornings activities she sometimes went to the pub with her friends and this.