Dylan and his mother were watching from the stands, bundled up in blankets and drinking hot chocolate. On the fourth lap, debris on the track snagged ...he racecar and careened it into the wall at speeds excess of 150 miles per hour. The car burst into flames. ‘Dylan?’ Dylan was pulled from his memory by his mother’s soft voice. ‘Are you okay?’ She asked. ‘Fine mom, just thinking about dad.’ ‘I know honey, but it was a long time ago, and I know that I should trust that you will be careful.’. The flu, of course, combined with her odd mental state. Somehow the combination must have had disastrous effects upon her nervous system. Yet there was one good thing, if it could be called that. At least Alice had finally admitted to herself her great loneliness. Something would have to be done so that she never ever had another of those terrible 'lapses'! She had done a lot of reading while confined to her apartment, most of it in the field of psychiatry and psychoanalysis. She'd read. Jason waked into Mike's office where a young intern was bent over his desk enjoying the boss's hard pole."Oh, JJ come over here and join us." Mike said like he was inviting him for a chat about sports or something.Jason walks behind Mike and stuffs his meat in his waiting hole. "So how are the boys?" He asks after the three get into a steady rhythm."Their fine, they can't wait for fuck your dad at work day next week." He said smiling at the thought of getting fucked at work by his son's big. She poured them out like a water balloon that had been popped. Charlotte trembled and quaked with the force of her orgasm and he held her still on his lap until she had finished and calmed down."Are you okay to get up now?" he asked."Yes, I think so," she said. She slowly got up with his helpWhen she was steady on her feet he said, "All right, now go get dressed. We have some sightseeing to do!" he said. Charlotte went happily into the bedroom to change into something a little more comfortable.