As she sat on the train and remembered him mastering the art of ignoring her in high school, that entire night had come rushing back to her. He certai...nly hadn’t ignored her then, had he? She had relived it all on the ride from Boston to Portland: her surprise at running into him that night, her initial nervousness and awkwardness around him, the subsequent mind-blowing pleasure she had found with him, and the bliss of snuggling together throughout the night. Then she had remembered that awful. She smiled and said that she did too. She got up and went to her room, and a moment later, came back out with a pipe and a baggie that had the magic leafs in it. We smoked two bowls, and kept talking about old times.It was like neither of us wanted to broach the one subject of the sex we enjoyed, even though there was no intercourse, but lots of oral, and fondling, and kissing involved. Finally I asked if she had any regrets for some of the things we did. She thought for a moment and said yes.. They were in the LA area and I travel there often so I agreed to meet them for a drink. Staying at a nicer hotel which I confirmed, they left a room key at the desk. I had vetted them with real names etc. They both had never been with a cd before and when talking with them in the phone I could see why. Kind of shy they both were. They mentioned they wanted to have a three way with a older crossdresser who looked hot. Ok, I can deal with all that. So after some lengthly conversations, we set a. ?You should have gotten worse. If you were mine I would have handled it differently.? I really didn’t want to know what she would have done if it was any worse than what my mom was dishing out!?I walked over to Edward and said the same thing to which he inquired trying not to laugh, ?What are those red stripes across your puffy little boobies?? I looked down and sure enough there were visible red marks across my chest from the belt my mom had used earlier to whip me.?That’s when things got.