When Hannah and I got back home from dropping off Tom and Enrique, there was one more thing that Hannah had on her mind.

Austin, follow me for a second.

I followed her into the kitchen, even though I really wanted nothing more than to get out of my sweatpants. Hannah seemed to enjoy looking at the stain of my own cum on the front almost as much as she enjoyed watching how humiliating it was for me to have to go out in public like this.

Click! The fake metallic click of a cell phone camera and a flash of white light. What the hell was she doing? She wasn’t going to text a picture of me in my cum stained sweats out to a bunch of people…was she?

Awesome! This is my new wallpaper for when you call me. Just remember, from now on….every time you call me on my cell phone, this is the picture that is going to come up for anyone to see. Oh, and another thing. You are going to post this picture on your blog thing that you have been writing. What, you don’t think I know about that? Of course I do, you have no secrets with me, Austin! I haven’t read it for awhile now, but I’m assuming that you are going to be quite busy talking about the weekend. So while you are in your office hammering away at the keyboard, you will upload this picture to one of your posts.

So there it is. That is how I looked while driving my wife’s two young studs back to their car.