Still, it was a startingplace. I'd pull off there, get some gas and grab a Coke, and ask about mymissing man. It was nearly noon, so maybe I'd get luc...y and there'd be alittle caf? there where I could get some lunch.When I had traveled half the distance to Ovid, I realized that it wasmore than a wide spot in the road. In the distance, I could see evidenceof a fair-sized town. I could see trees and houses, and church steeplesrising out of the artificial forest all towns create. The road. " Congratulations," she said."Thank you," I replied. She smiled at me for a moment before turning tothe caring look that I was all too familiar with. I might not have talkedto her about what had happened, but it was obvious that she had heardabout it."I understand that you've had a pretty tough couple of weeks," herconcern for me was clearly evident in her words. "I'm sorry I wasn't herelast week. You know you can call me anytime you need to talk, right?" Yeah," I replied. "It was pretty bad. Now I sprung my surprise on him and stood, pushing my chair back. “Sweet!” he exclaimed, upon seeing my short schoolgirl skirt. Without a word I turned my back to him and leaned over my chair, exposing my ass and shaved pussy to him. He moaned as I looked back over my shoulder at him. I wiggled my ass which shifted my skirt up higher, then I spread my legs a bit and slid my hand between them. I worked my fingers up and down my slit, then slipped a finger inside as I pushed my palm against my. .." (!) she whispered.Her mother, Susan, was a 38 year old widow, whom I remembered having met briefly in the local shop.From what I could recall, she resembled Lisa bodywise, but with a little more weight on her,and her tits more like Mary T's DD shape. My cock gave a jerk by the thought of making love tosuch a hot ebony woman, pre-cum leaking from my penal duct.Lisa went on to explain that her mother had been a little under the weather lately,and showing signs of sexual frustrations. She had.