Sex became more frequent, while love-making declined.Joan sold real estate, but her schedule was much the same as mine. Nothing changed. I began to fi...d ways to watch the house during the day. I passed by when I ran errands. I stopped using the phone, and began to make my local sales calls and follow-ups in person, driving by. Ironically, my business grew while my life diminished. Checking the house became routine, but then, one day, it was there: the strange car in the driveway.I know the are. Her sadness was overwhelming me. "But, would you mind staying down here with me for a bit? I really wouldn't mind some company this evening," she asked softly in a voice that was so soft and delicate it seemed to float in the breath of the ocean breeze.How could I refuse such a request? So, I stood next to her for a bit. Instead of gathering her into my arms, I slowly moved my hand and gently took hers in mine. She didn't resist at all, and in fact lowered her head to my shoulder. We stood that. Her ass hurt and her pussy was sore. Her neck hurt and her cheeks felt rubbery. She moved, but felt frozen in place. Her skin was slimy, sticky and wet. She managed to raise her head and look down at her body. She was covered in sperm!It was everywhere, some fresh, some liquefied, dried flaked semen crusted her body. Sperm filled her belly button, matted the red pubes of her pussy hair. The crotch less panties were gone, but she still wore the garters and nylons. However, huge rips were in both. She reached for that brochure in my hand with the infamous map on it, and we looked at it together. The complex had a small performing arts arena in the center with called The Dish that scheduled local plays, high school concerts, college graduations, and other acts throughout the day, and a local museum on one corner, and there was a hi-rise office tower at another corner with an observation deck and restaurant on top, and the whole place was, like, a huge shopping mall with no shortage of.