‘I’m a champion problem fixer. That’s been my job description for the last twenty years. Your Aunt Linda is one of the smartest people I know. S...he wouldn’t have called me if I couldn’t help. Why don’t you tell me what happened from the beginning and let’s see what I can do.’ ‘Rihh, kah, keh…’ I couldn’t get my voice to work. I took a deep breath. ‘Rick’s phone message said that…’ I almost broke down and had to start again. ‘It said that one of his guys ran over Rick’s toe with a lawnmower. Now. Backing out of my parking space I swung into the motel lot, drove slowly past the Corvette, parked at the end of the row. They were still in the car in a lip lock when I drove past. It was all I could do not to jump out and try to stop what was happening. Reason prevailed, this was not a first time thing. What I needed were facts.From my parking place I watched the guy get out and open the motel room door. As soon as it was open Sandy was out of the car and into the room like a shot. The jerk. "Eric!" Brandy ran up to me as I lay gasping for breath. "Are you okay?" The hat had fallen off me, so she added, "What the hell happened to your head? Are those staples?!" Brain tumor," I said, as if they happened every day. "I'm fine." Meanwhile, I was going through what had happened to me. Was it a seizure? Not the same kind, at least, as before - I didn't have an erection, at least. But Brandy had that same glazed look in her eyes that I'd come to recognize from before the surgery. Anything. I could taste what I later learned was pre-cum, and it tasted amazing. I began spurting cum nonstop in my panties with every thrust he made into my mouth and into my pussy. The guilt that sometimes accompanies orgasms for me came and went in the blink of an eye. It wasn’t really about me, it was all about him, and I wanted to make him cum like a firehose. He had developed a rhythm between fucking my face with his cock, and fucking my pussy with his fingers, so that I had something penetrating.