A stranded motorist was a different story, especially if my memory of those legs was right. I rolled the rig to a stop in front of the pickup and got ...ut of the cab. The woman had popped the hood and was watching smoke pour up from the engine. She turned around and smiled grimly as I walked up beside her. My memory was right. Those legs went all the way from the red pom-poms that peeked from the back of her white running shoes to the hem of her denim miniskirt, and then some. The rest of her. Karen stared at the stiff instrument and sub conscientiously licked her lips. She couldn't believe her own actions as her hand crept over the sheet and wrapped itself around her son's hard cock. Kurt gasped and groaned at the same time as he felt his mother's warm hand grasp him."I can help you Kurt, you need relief, I'm sorry I did this to you."But she wasn't really sorry, as a matter of fact her pussy was on fire just from the sight of his nice young cock and now she had it in her hand. Kurt. I smiled and approached her. "Roger Hsiu? Or is it Rachael now, or Robin?"She looked at me, startled, showing discomfort and no recognition. "Um, still Roger and you are ?"I folded my hands demurely before me. I realized I had been reaching to hug her, but I had better identify myself first. "Danielle Ellenbogen. Used to be Dan."Her eyes popped. "Dan?"Now I hugged her. "So good to see you again! You're on your way to the class reunion?" Uh, yeah you too?" Wouldn't miss it for the. She spoke first, "I'm sorry. I know I have no right. I gave that up, and I was so wrong to do that. And I'm so sorry that I did..."My anger subsided and I sat down again, but leaving us far enough apart to be clear that this wasn't kiss and make-up."I'm sorry, too. I don't mean to shout at you. And, to be honest, it isn't that you put your arm in mine. It really isn't. It's just that everyone seems to know what to do for the best about my life, except for me. I really would like to come to my.