No, all is clear...

The noises of the yard slowly came back as Jason came down off his orgasmic high, his fingers rubbing his cum into his chest and letting the run off fall down his stomach and onto the grass.

Sighing, he used his T-shirt to clean up his cum slick body, his face flushing as he wondered just how he could have been so brazen. Pausing to gather his jeans and the basic of strawberries, he made his way inside, dropped sock by dropped sock. Stepping into the only slightly cooler air inside, he slid the basket onto a small sidetable and closed the door behind him.