I heard a chuckle. 'Good girl. It all comes back, doesn't it? I think I'm going to enjoy this. Makes a change from doing the weeding.' She laid the sl...pper across my backside. 'Your rear end has got bigger over the last fourteen years. Makes a nice target.' I felt the slipper move away. My knuckles were white as they gripped the table edge. Not having to hold me down meant mum could take her old stance. And her old, full swing. My mother's preferred way of delivering a slippering had been hard,. "He had slumped down in his chair as I waited for him to say somethingelse."Your mother has convinced me that this is obviously the right thingfor you, but I have to admit that I don't like it, or understand it inany way. You had so much going for you, yet you want to grow up to washsome guys underwear? It doesn't make any sense to me at all!"It didn't make any sense to me either, yet I knew it was real, andthere was no way for me to deny it. I didn't say anything, becauseanything I said would. " He excused himself and went to the truck for the thermoses.Pete and the other two men, trailed by Charity, trooped out to the trucks where they busied themselves checking over the big rigs to make sure everything was functioning correctly and safely."We have to do this every time we stop," Pete told her."Why is that?" she asked trying to show an interest in his work."Safety regulations... we have to be sure everything's all right; otherwise, we can't operate on the highways." That sounds like. I hadn’t seen anything like this before and wasn’t sure what to do. The two guys weren’t concerned that anyone was watching or probably they were enjoying the voyeuristic attention. One guy seemed to bring the other to the brink and then slow down keeping him in anticipation. I watched wide-eyed. My cock was bursting out of my trousers and I couldn't resist it any more so I slowly took it out and started to carefully jerk off, trying not to be seen or at least not too obviously. It was.