My tools...

Me: "Yeah, I got a crowbar and a sledgehammer that will help. We shouldn't destroy the steps if we don't have too. We could use the wood to re-enforce things. "

I go back into my apartment to get my tools.

Hmm? They should be in my closet.

I open the door. Shoes. Jackets. Golf clubs. Fishing poles. A blue panties? Where did that come from? I didn't fuck anyone wearing something like that. Could it been from a party? Oh well focus? What was I looking for again?

Tara: "Hello?"

I turn around...

Crash!

Turning right into Tara and knocking on her ass. She layed on the floor with her skirt open showing her blue panties. Very much like the one in my closet. Hmm? Shit did I fuck her? I'm pretty sure I've never fucked her. With Tara laying there with her legs spread and panties barely hiding her pussy. I start to wonder...Why haven't I fucked her?

Tara: "WHAT THE FUCK!?!?"

Yeah, now I remember?

Me: "Don't sneak behind people. Anyways, I can't find it, I think I left it in my car."

Tara: "What's it doing in there?"

Me: "I was helping build a house."

Tara: "Since when did you build houses?"

Me: "It is call Habitat for Humanity."

I was trying to talk to the hot 18 year old neighbor but followed her into Habitat for Humanity meeting. Thinking I could impress her. I volunteered, but she didn't show up. But I did meet a divorce MILF and got a sloppy blowjob. Volunteer work always fun!

Tara: ...

Me: "Anyways, I better go get it from my car before anything things get too crazy."

I offer a hand to help Tara up. During the whole time she stayed on the floor with her legs open.

Still open. Nice panties. Nice pussy.

Tara follows my glance to her panties g. I think I almost saw her smiled.

Tara: "Like what you see?"

Me: "Yes, but I hate the way you use your mouth."

I change my mind about offering her a hand and walk past her to the apartment entrance.