In the blink of an eye my plain white boxer shorts were peeking out. She took the little bottle and squeezed out a generous portion. As I watched Lucy...rub the lotion over her hands I felt my dick swell up and strain against my boxer shorts. The room was silent other than the sounds of my heavy breathing and the squishy wet rubbing of Lucy’s hands. She was very thorough. Lucy finally stopped rubbing. She must have been satisfied because she put down the bottle and reached forward. Her hands. Blonde, blue-eyed bundle of happiness.We took a break for a hamburger at a place that builds them on-site with really good components. And for an additional fee, they’ll put a chocolate malt right there beside it and a batch of onion rings, and they don’t have ferns and nothing on the menu is labelled ‘artisanal’.Came back home, Carlie waved at Art and Bekka who were working in their yard, and she and I climbed the steps back into the house.“Round Two?” she asked.“Lord, yes...”“Don’tcha think. I asked my husband what was going on. He replied “this guy thinks you are hot”, nice but he wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t showed me off I thought to myself. I asked hubby to request a pic of the strangers cock. A couple minuets later it showed up and I was impressed. I felt myself get a little flushed and decided to fain a lack of interest and went to the living room. After some time hubby came in the room and dropped some shoes at my feet. “Robert is outside come out and meet him”. Looking. Other things like decorations and furniture were out of the question. I had to deal with fluffy and delicate items everywhere. I thought Brittany would be different, but even with her tough outer demeanor, she loved her fluorescent and pastel colors.I bought an outdoor shed to be put in the back yard that would be my sanctuary from all the femininity that had taken over the large house."You going out to your man shed for the game?" Brittany asked days before the big game."Of course not," I said.