Chapter 20

At eight, the next morning, they had been on the road for ten minutes, and were beginning to come alert. Last night had been late, for both of them. Sleep had not been quick in coming, in either of their rooms. Still, their anxiety to get home, and to see one another, had awakened them, before their wake up calls had come in. Maggie sat close, leaning on Mike's shoulder, with her hand in his lap, holding his hand. The sound of the engine lulled her to sleep, and she slumped against him. Her hand lost it's grip on his, and lolled in his lap. He put both hands on the wheel, and tried to concentrate on the road, but his prick kept drawing his attention, as it tried to rise under her hand. After an hour or so, he could take it no longer, and shifted her hand and body over, against the passenger door. She continued to sleep peace-fully, with her mouth slightly open, and her hair fallen in her face. With her hand removed, Mike was able to concentrate on the road. Around eleven, Mike needed a pit stop, and decided to fill the tank. He pulled into a service station, off the Interstate, and shook Maggie's shoulder. She woke, and went in to the restroom, while Mike filled the tank. When she was inside, with the phone, she called home, and spoke with the children. Sean's voice started to get her pussy wet, and she was glad when he put his sister on. Mike came in for his change, and some coffee, and she relayed the girls invitation, to him. He was glad to accept, as it extended his time with Maggie, a few hours, which he wanted very much. Maggie got some coffee, joined Mike in the car, and they pulled back onto the Interstate.

The silence, that filled the car, was broken an hour later, by Maggie.

"It's awkward, isn't it?"

"What is?"

"This interim time."

"Is that what this is?"

"Look Mike, let's face it. We want each other. Your wife just left you, my husband just died, we both have responsibilities to our families, and we both want each other, until we can hardly stand it. You'd pull over right now, and fuck my brains out, and you know I'd love it, and fuck you right back, but I can't let that happen now."

"Does that mean you'll let it happen later."

"No promises, Mike. I don't know what happened to my kids, this week-end, and you don't know about yours. My kids know about your wife, which means your boys are talking to them, about it. That ties our two families together. After what you told me Saturday night, I don't know how I feel, about those ties."

"I knew I shouldn't have told you."

"No, no, Mike. I don't mean that, at all. I'm glad you did. You'd be surprised, at how I feel, and think about that. I'm just thinking about how it will affect our kids; my kids."