I did it the old fashioned way. I traded a blow job for them. So call me, I need you to find someone for me."That was the message I left on his voice ...ail. I was sure he saw my name on caller ID and decided to wait to see how pissed I was, before he talked to me. I looked at the dash clock in the cruiser and noticed that it wasn't quite 11AM. I decided that it was lunchtime anyway.I drove to a sandwich shop, which specialized in roast beef. Yes that national chain that likes to pretend they. I was treated to the sight of her slowly removing her pantyhose and her looking me straight in the eyes and smiling as she did it. The white area that the sun couldn't tan on her bottom was tiny and I imagined so was her bikini."I don't have any condoms," I said as I stared at the tiny triangle of hair between her legs."I do," she responded as she reached for her carry all and extracted a gold circle condom.Wendy expertly placed it on my shaft and then lowered her hot and wet pussy onto my. I never really had a girlfriend but that really never bothered me. I rode my bicycle wherever I went so I was fit and a fine example of health. I figured eventually that I would find the right girl or that she would find me but in the meantime regular masturbation was the only cure for my raging hormones. More than once the my buddies girlfriends had tried coming on to me but they quickly got the old heave ho and I passed the information on to the respective friend letting them know what was. Jesus christ. Can?t even get through set upwithout some thot trying to advertise their twitch," Harley yelledthrough his mic. "I bet you?re some titty streamer who has all thesestupid simps donating money to you." Dude what the fuck? What are you some kind of incel? It?s just achick," another man?s voice said."Fuck off simp," Harley shot back."Maybe you should come and find out," the woman?s voice replied,pasting a link to their Twitch stream in chat.Harley raged off mic as he picked Reaper.