Her shapely long legs were greeted by a perfect behind that screamed ‘spank me, kiss me, grab me.’ Particularly in the tight trousers and little s...irts she seemed to wear. It was her breasts, however, that most often caught his attention. To describe them as big was an understatement. How they stayed in the tight blouses she wore every day was beyond him. They seemed to bounce and jiggle every time she moved or spoke. Today it was raining and she was wearing a tight, white blouse and a skirt. I urgently rummaged through the garbage to find his number and immediately called him. He didn't even know my name but knew who I was. He gave me his address and I came over. I made it a point to wear my tightest jeans and no shirt under a denim coat and wore a bandana. He let me in and asked me to sit down. He instantly wanted to jump me, but I told him to sit next to me...and watch. I pulled out my bulging cock and basically did my best Jeff Stryker; I started to dirty talk him and taunt him. It was really more like a large work shop/shed. One end of it had been partitioned off, and where the door might have been, there was a pice of plywood covering it with only one small hole located about three feet from the floor, about two and a half to three inches in diameter where he took care of business from the other side. I'd never actually seen Jack (except for a quick glimpse the first time I ever went over there). He was white, about early 50's, maybe five foot eight, or so, with. She and Carol Danvers hadn’t gotten along ever since Anna had permanently absorbed Carol’s powers and memories and put her into a coma, which happened long ago in their home universe, before Anna joined the X-Men and became a hero.“No, a different one. There have been a bunch of Captain Marvels. This one is ... or might be ... Monica Rambeau. She also goes by Photon, and I think she’s had a few other names. And I should point out that I have no clue what code name THAT version of Monica is.