Lindsey’s knuckles were white as she gripped the steering wheel, racing home from her encounter at the gym. She was horny as hell, and she needed to take care of it soon if she didn’t want to loose any more articles of clothing. Her car slowed to a stop at another red light.

    She chewed at her lip and tried to keep her hands glued to the wheel. To keep her thoughts away from the hardening cock bucking and straining in her pants. What’s that statistic- men think about sex every 7 seconds? In Lindsey’s case, 7 would have been a record.