Claire, the 42 year old mother - 5'9", 170-180 lbs, 40D-36-38, hazel eyes, short and styled brown hair;A former stay at home mom, who returned to the ...ork force as the children got older and needed less supervision. She now works as a part-time helper with a local farmer's market doing various odd jobs, including administrative work, helping with individual stalls on busy days, and running a help desk. Her figure is still enough to elicit interest from men (and women who are so inclined) of all. Me. Blue balls?Daniel. U kno itMe. Come backDaniel. Can't yet.Me. Come back, no talking.I heard his feet slowly shuffling towards me. I took a deep breath and sent my text without looking up.Me. I don't want to cause you to hurt.I looked up to see my sons crotch in front of my face, he was still in his shorts but there wasn't a belt. I could clearly see the bulge in his crotch. I unsnapped his front and drew down the zipper. In pulling open his shorts I was rewarded with seeing the head of his. I was tempted to ride back and blow him a thank-you kiss, but I knew that would be pressing my luck.I had a moment of fear as I pulled out of the gas station and saw a police SUV turn the corner behind me, but he passed me by without incident. I wasn't wearing a helmet, and the light on my bike had needed fresh batteries for over a year. Neither was enough to get me a ticket, but I'd had a few stern warnings over the years, and I didn't feel like putting an end to my morning exercise for. I sat down across from her, scared to hear what she had to say.“Is dad OK?” I asked.“Oh, yes, nothing like that, I actually just got off the phone with him.” That relaxed me a bit. “Brandon, your father and I are on a trial separation, that’s why he took the summer in Chicago. So that we can try being apart.” She looked at me, pausing for me to say something, but I just stared at her. “We were both supposed to be dating, meeting new people, but I haven’t been, Im just not comfortable with it,.