"The speakers blared out a early sixties rock tune - a mild surprise since I had always assumed mom was a symphonic type of person. Then her hips bega... to sway wildly, violently, her knees bending rotating, her breasts bouncing on her chest and her face intense with concentration.She was not bad actually - dancing with her eyes closed, allowing me to witness this transformation to her early teen years. Her hands were moving to the music, raising above her head so that her breasts seem to rise. "There was a long pause before, "I'll see if he's available," the woman's uncertain voice said.I waited for what must have been two minutes before the receptionist came back on the line."I'm sorry, Mr. Hansen. Mr. Whistler is unavailable. Perhaps you can call back later." Madam, my son was assaulted by four students on school property yesterday. If Mr. Whistler doesn't care to discuss the issue with me, perhaps I can take it up with the school board, or the sheriffs department." Let me talk to. When I went down on her, I noticed the shower hadn't removed all of the cum. I had it all over my beard. It was shortly after this night that she left me.I was in torture for weeks. One day at work I was confiding my feelings to a friend. She said her mother, Marcia, had recently gone through the same experience. Her husband had left her for a younger woman. She said her mother had always wanted to ride on a Harley—the one toy my wife left me in the divorce. So we made arrangements to get. Claudia ran out to a beat up Volkswagen I hadn't noticed and buzzed off down the road. Jill and I got ourselves together and were soon on our way to the campus.Today's class and lab session were moderately interesting and passed quickly. By 1:00 I was back at the house. Conner was there, stringing a temporary phone line from the house to the shed. I had to make the request for the new phone lines, managing to get an installation date on Monday. About 2:30, a car I didn't know pulled up. .