A Race Against Health!

I didn’t think that I could walk properly, what with Lisa on my screen tantalizing me with her mature body. Looking around I had **** but to grab a garbage can and hold it between my legs while jerking off. Of course Lisa must have sensed or did what she did on purpose but either way a garbage can wasn’t the proper thing to unload into. The splash of cun on the sides of the garbage bag was slimy. Not to mention what happened when you accidentally shot cum on your hand holding the garbage can.

I won’t go into details but I was relieved enough that walking was less of a problem, so I decided to drive back home. That was when Lisa sent me a shot that I froze on the screen when I received it just before pulling into traffic.

Now I’ll admit obeying the traffic laws wasn’t exactly the first thing on my mind as I drove home. Let’s just say that red lights with no cross traffic weren't a reason to stop for some reason. What is normally takes a half hour or more only took me fifteen minutes and that was only because an accident at an intersection already had police cars slowing the flow of traffic.

I heard a bing meaning a new picture had arrived, but luckily I had just pulled onto our street. But did I wait until I got home or at least outside her place. But like a fool I brought the picture up and floored it to get there quick.

She was using a glass dildo and suddenly I wanted to replace that dildo. So as I flew up the street I stopped outside her place, parked and rushed to the front door. I tried the door knob and found it unlocked. I rushed in as Robin came out of the kitchen.

“What are you doing here?”

I didn’t stop, just tossed my phone towards her and took the stairs two at a time. I knew where their bathroom was located and burst in, scaring the shit out of Lisa in the progress. I immediately started undressing then joined Lisa in the tub. Little did I know that Robin wasn’t all that far behind me.

“What the fuck mom, It’s not cool for me to send Mr. Cartier pictures of myself but perfectly alright for you to do so!” Then she turned on me. “And you Mr. Cartier, don’t you have anyone else you can booty call?”