30pm tonight. Don’t wear panties”. Nothing, that got her I said to myself. Then “ok” appeared on the screen. “How do I recognise you?” ...��You will find Me, look for darkness” I typed. I was on my 2 nd beer, when she approached. I was dressed in black tight jeans, black t shirts, boots. Yes, yes I can hear you now. “A little predictable”. She was about 5’ 6’ tall, slim build with long brunette hair. A skirt hugged her gently flaring hips and a simple top showed her tanned cleavage. “Hi, I. As I was checking her out I noticed she was looking at the crotch of my golfing shorts. She walked around my crowded garage while dreaming aloud about how she wanted to fix the car up. I wanted to open the hood but a large box was in the way. Natasha was right behind me and when I picked up the box to move it, its contents fell out. To my horror, It was a collection of my mens magazines, a package of condoms, a vibrator and other contents of my ex-wife's nightstand. I could feel myself blushing. Jackie responded by sticking her tongue out at me. I found it kind of endearing, a little snotty, and pure, unadulterated Jackie. I’ll give her credit, at least she didn’t say anything more to Karen. I don’t know why I continued along this theme of antagonizing Karen, particularly in front of Jackie who would view my actions as a form of ‘carte blanche’ for her own devious, antagonistic behavior. Throwing my two bits worth of sexual humiliation into the kitty would only add fuel to Jackie’s. He really was a virgin. Damn. I was horny still but this really wasn't what I was expecting. What am I supposed to do with that? I felt his six pack and closed my eyes, imagining his big hard cock like I had been doing for weeks. But when I opened my eyes his tiny four inch penis still stood before me, oozing precum onto my thumb and forefinger. "That feel good?" I asked himPanting, hardly able to breathe, he spluttered "Ohhh, yeees."Fuck this was tragic. I stopped wanking him and his eyes shot.