There were many times when I'd nab a pair of her pantyhose and take them home for jacking off into whilst thinking of her.If she'd been wearing a pair... of navy pantyhose I'd nip into the bathroom instead of her bedroom and fish them out of the laundry hamper. I'd then jack off with them wrapped around my shaft, not worrying about shooting my seed into them because I'd then quickly rinse them out and put them back into the hamper. Sometimes she wouldn't remove her pantyhose just change into her. Days went on and turned into night with no signs of my intruder. No activity was on my camera and I no longer had my little bruises and hickeys. Also my panties were not disappearing off of me. I really was disappointed but I figured my imagination went a little wild. As time passed I put the incidents out of my mind. Then one day I woke up and my computer was open to the camera software and there was activity. I didn't remember checking it before I went to bed, in fact I quit checking and. Ironically, our lives had simulated parallel path … no children, sick elderly mother, a life of solitude and loneliness although with a spouse to a great extent. I wandered if our pathways would ever meet again, at a better time and in a better place channeling us to an avenue of a final consummation between us. With a clandestine yearning inside, we continued an online relationship. I had helped Brain with some computer consulting and he had helped me with some legal advice. We teased and. I’m real and you’re real and what we just did was real. This is not the internet!”“I have to go,” she said.“Hannah! Come to the reading tonight. I want you there.”“What time is it?” she asked.“Eight. At the main library,” I said.“I can’t promise.”Hannah was at the door and I was still lying on the bed with my pants at my feet.“Bye, dear,” she said and blew me a kiss.I watched as she opened the door, wave goodbye and leave. I lay on the bed staring at the door, unable to believe what happened in.