These are the ones I bought Sara, but how would she know? A small Post-It note is in the manilla envelope. The note has a smiley face, today’s date ...nd a time of “11:00 on the deck”. I rush to the bedroom to masturbate, smelling the panties as I jerk myself off thinking of Sara.At 10:45 that night, I open my deck slider and sit on a patio chair. Our apartments have small patios. Being on the third floor we have some privacy from below. Our patios face each other directly. At 11:00 exactly I. I was trying to be subtle about it, but suddenly he pressed up behind me, his strong arms around my waist, his hot breath on my neck. In retaliation, I did the only thing I could, grinding my ass against his cock. I was shocked to find a nice bulge there to grind against. He was already rock hard.I was able to feel his throbbing cock between my ass cheeks even given the layers of clothing between us. His hands drifted down slowly, stopping between my thighs. My skirt was just too long for him. She said, "we'll have nothing in common. You're as old as my dad." I said, "meet me and then if you're not happy with what you see or have any reservations I'll walk out the door. With some hesitation in her typing, she said, "I'll meet you." I arrived at her door on a sunny morning-we were suppose to meet around 10:00 Am and spend time together until around 2:00 PM. As she opened the door she smiled-I couldn't tell if it was forced or not. She invited me in and took my coat. She was wearing. I worried the infantilization would undercut my ability to negotiate, but it was out there and I couldn't think of any way to fix it."Good. I'm gratified they appreciated my efforts." He was aloof.That was an effort? Declining to make my wedding a marketing circus was an effort? He was gratified? I knew efforts was an attempt to spin his backing down as going out of his way to do something nice for us. That I could stomach. Gratified was just pompous. Jeff would have been gratified I didn't.