You go west on this road and run into Amarillo, Flagstaff, and eventually the West Coast. Back that direction is east toward St Louis, and if you take...this northbound road you’ll find a whole lot of nothing all the way to Canada.’ ‘I think I got it.’ I replied. She returned to her truck, giving me a view of her perfect backside. Just before driving off she said, ‘Good luck cowboy. Hope you find what you’re looking for.’ As she drove away I saw painted on the tailgate the picture of a stylized. When her hand traveled down again, her middle finger disappeared deep into her pussy. Once. Twice.Lauren’s eyes were closed as she pleasured herself inches from Jason’s thirsty mouth.When she slipped her finger out, it dripped with her juices. Without a word, she leaned forward, extending her hand. He met her halfway, hungrily sucking her finger. Inhaling her until his saliva completely replaced her arousal. That was his appetizer.Lauren sat up, studying Jason, her left hand still clutching her. I hugged him and then backed away from him. Jack looked handsome in his uniform and as I stared at him, I suddenly realized he looked just like my own grandfather when I was a child. Grandma got up and she went to a cabinet where she pulled out a photo album. She opened the book to a photo of my great grandfather. The man in the picture was in an old style army uniform like from the Second World War. The picture of him colorized drew my eyes to his in the picture. The man in the photo had Jack. "I think I am."She hugged me and said, "I wish you the best, Cassie." Rather sadly, she added, "You have my blessings, my love. Always." What about you and Dad?" I asked. "Won't you be lonesome?" Probably a little, but you're not going far. It's been a long time since your father and I were able to sit in the den in our underwear and watch TV," she grinned.I made the move in early November, piling my stuff into my car and making two trips. I quit my job because it would be so far to drive,.