All I could see was a bare, cream covered very flabby cock still dripping cum. I got up on my knees and I said, “I don’t know where the condom is,... it’s not on my cock.” We both looked down her body and there was just a naked cock, and a fine patch of soaking wet hair. I moved my head down to inspect the now well fucked cunt. It was bright pink from the friction of my condom covered cock. Her legs and thighs were soaking wet, and covered in our love juices, cream and every other form of our. “But thanks for the offer.” I can tell he is a little uncomfortable because he was starting to form a fair size bulge in his pants. I blushed as he caught me looking. “Do you see what you have done to me?” he said. (Blush) “It was your idea to meet and go for lunch, we could have stayed as online friends longer and then you wouldn’t have been affected this way.” I said. He replied, “I had to meet you. I was. After all, today most men still work out of the home. I guess I am an exception. After meeting quite a few women, some who were quite good looking, I went back to our place and went about my regular chores. One of the chores on today’s list was to paint the unpainted two car garage walls. We only have one car right now so it was completely empty making the job very easy. By lunch time I had it done but I was sweaty and exhausted and covered in paint. Needless to say I needed a good shower. I. I hadnt realized how hot it was and the sun beat down hard on the top of my head. It also made me realize that I was thirsty too. I decided to go in and get something to drink before calling. I settled on a bottle of water and chugged half of it down before I went outside again to place the phone call. Juggling my purse and the bottle of water I found some change and your phone number. A group of painters drove up and got out laughing and talking. Their accents startled me. They sounded just.