He came out and for the first time I caught a glimpse of the very appetising bulge at the front of his jeans. ‘You got time for a coffee?’ I asked...him. ‘Cheers, mate – I’ll go down and switch off my radio.’ While he was away I went into my lounge to check it was acceptable to visitors and it was then I spotted the incriminating evidence – my portable movie screen, cine projector and a mixed pile of straight and gay 8mm porn films I had been watching earlier. As I heard my driver come back. I might have had a slight glance at those tits once or twice and a check of her arse if she was bent over, but absolutely nothing else.Last week, l asked if she wanted any shopping,as l was going myself and she doesn’t drive. She asked l get her a few things. I went round with the stuff and dropped it off. I noticed the k**s weren’t there and she said they’d gone with her mum for the day. She asked me if l could have a look at her washing machine pump. As l was doing this we started chatting. "He was hoping that some of that training had become so ingrained physically that our body would remember the appropriate skills even if I consciously wasn't aware of them. At the same time we wished for this, we worried that it might be so and that we wold react in a way that I wasn't prepared for if the situation triggered any of Cooper's training. The better solution would be for Cooper and I to merge more completely. It didn't seem to be working."I would suggest we just continue with life. The time was now, I pulled in the drive and rang the doorbell and waited. I didn't have to wait very long however as it was quickly answered by an embarrassed looking guy in his early 30’s, wearing nothing but a pair of pink lace panties. He quickly tried to usher me inside, but I stood at the door for a little bit because I enjoyed watching him squirm. I could tell he was worried someone would see him from the street. I finally entered the house, and allowed him to close the door behind me,.