Chapter 10
The mid-day sun had warmed the air considerably, and the ground, drawn open to receive it, seemed to have softened since their morning labor. Alex could tell already he would get uncomfortable with his jacket on, but he wouldn't risk removing it, as he noticed movement behind the window of the neighbor's sunroom. The lettering on his shirt underneath was fairly large. Alex's d**k remained pinched in place by the fly of his jeans, pointed up, though it had deflated since he'd risen from his knees, after servicing Kimberly, and gotten dressed as she giggled at his difficulty. Now the pocket of room its diminished form had created, along with the cool spots of pre-c*m that covered the inside of his tidy-whiteys, were sporadic reminders, as h
