And that was that. I was whisked off to a university flophouse and provided with a meagre stipend on which to live. I don’t know what she told my fa...ther, obviously not the truth.That was the last time I was allowed to see my mother on her own until I deceived her into coming to the coffeehouse.During the interim I had dropped in and out of various university courses, but applied computer sciences had been my forte. I had used those learned skills twice to my satisfaction and I intended to do so. 3. Poo on seat.4. Poo and toilet paper in bowl, Unidentifiable liquid splattered on seat.5. No toilet paper, no stall door, unidentifiable sticky object near base of toilet.Clearly, it had to be stall #2. I trudged back, entered, dropped trou and sat down. I'm normally a fairly shameful shitter. I wasn't happy about being next to the occupied stall, but big things were afoot.I was just getting ready to bear down when all of a sudden the sweet sounds of Beethoven came from next-door, followed by. He takes off his shirt and sits next to the girl in just his swim trunks. After pouring an ample amount of lotion into his hands, Lars massages it into her shoulders, back and the nape of her neck. When he puts lotion on the sides of her body, his hands brush against the sides of her breasts.“Do you mind doing my legs too?” she asks.Without answering her, Lars begins to apply the lotion to her shapely, firm legs. Her skin is silky smooth under his hands. He runs them between her legs and. I climbed into her bed. I cuddled up next to her and kissed her forehead. She looked so sweet laying there. I said her name softly "Christy" to see if she would wake. When she didn't I got braver. I placed my hand on her thigh and slowly stroked it. When nothing happened I figured what the hell! I've already done this and she is asleep maybe I can just touch her. She will never know. I ran my hand up her thigh to her panties and placed my hand on her. She moaned a bit so I held still.