And a nice caboose.She had brown hair with grey roots showing in places and a nice smile.She had me look at several small tasks and give her a estimat....I knew by the way her home looked she didnt have much money or didnt appear to.Furnature was outdated,appliances very old and not much food in the pantry.The home needed a lot of work.She had confessed her husband died 15 years ago and had let the place go do to lack of money.She was now living on Soc security and food stamps.I gave her the. He smiles at me. I love his smile. I order a gin and tonic, and he tells the barman to make him one too. "Been abandoned?" he asks, waving his glass in the direction of our table. My husband is still engrossed. "That's the problem with works dos," I say. "Everyone talks shop." "I don't want to talk shop." He puts his glass down and moves closer. His hand rests on my hip and he looks at me closely, he’s judging my reaction. I smile, curious to see what his next move will be, and he knows. His. I need to see your dick."Andy had fantasized about this sort of thing. The day he cleaned the gutters, Lori had been wearing a sundress when a gust of wind exposed her panties for just a second. That had led to several masturbatory sessions thinking of her. In fact, this conversation was already good for several more. The idea of actually showing her his penis though..."I'm not sure that's a good idea," he told her."Andy, I'm going to level with you. I don't have a lot of time to waste on this.. He had turned off the garage light so I wasn't going to be moth'ed to death, and the swinging weights had left me something to think about. Pretty considerate all in all. There where a few things I was thinking about however. It was still early in the evening and the neighbors c***dren were playing in the neighborhood. I could hear them running around and could only hope they wouldn't come through our backyard and wonder why the garage door was open. Between the fear of being discovered, the.