“Know what?” he asked looking confused and embarrassed.“How to masturbate. It’s a normal thing,” I said, trying my best to keep things cool....��I’ve heard the boys in school discuss it, but I never have.”“Ok. So who is the girl who is causing these problems for you?” I teasingly asked.“Awe, Mom, I’d rather not speak about that.”“Well, I think I understand the problem, but we’d better check you out.”“So, er, should I look for a specialist?” he asked.“Maybe but come here and let me see,” I said, not. As I pulled off the freeway I noted the fading sun, ample traffic in the lots and pumps and loads of cars and trucks. This particular truck stop is a favorite of mine because there is a lot of off premises parking for the truckers and RV’s which means no prying eyes.As I pulled in and parked I took a look around. I try to dress comfortably but not be obvious in public. My usual attire is a running suit, tennis shoes and ball cap. Under the running suit I will wear a rainbow shirt but stay. 'Keep doing that! I love it!' Tanya gasped inside his head."You're going to bleed to death if I don't get that out!" Frank growled out loud, fully knowing that she wouldn't care if he was killing her, so long as she could cum while he was doing it.In truth, Tanya loved the intense sensations that flooded her body whenever she was dying. Frank's efforts to remove the crowbar he'd pounded into her felt incredible as it stretched and ruptured her insides, creating an amazing high of multiple. "Wendy and I held up the hems of our frocks and petticoats as we studiedthe smooth frilly flatness of our tummies. Aunty Janet was right. Apartfrom mine being pink and Wendy's being white, our lower parts lookedidentical.Finally Aunty Janet produced two pairs of 'Mary Jane' shoes in white. "We can't play in these white shoes Aunty Janet," protested Wendy,"they'll get filthy on the farm." As would those lovely tights and petticoats. You'll have to play in thehouse and stay out of the farmyard..