I remember thinking, ‘What nice legs.’ I then became aware of how deeply she was sleeping by the sounds of her hard breathing, so I left her to re...st. I was glad it was a weekend because she didn’t wake until noon. In all the years we were with Carl, she’d never gotten up after seven.Mom had never re-married, but we did live with Carl from when I was eleven to seventeen. Mom always asked me to get along with him as a favor to her, and for the most part, I did. He wasn’t a bad guy, but I never. Greg had actually taken my comments about his tight jeans to heart. Before leaving for the party, he went to change his jeans. What I hadn’t suspected was that instead of putting a larger pair on, he actually found some that were even tighter than the ones he had on first. I broke out laughing when he came out. They were so tight you could see where his underwear started and stopped, and I couldn’t resist pointing out his “panty lines” to the rest of the guys.Oh, but Greg fixed that problem. When I was in the pub I asked around and nobody knew who owned the estate. Even those farmers who were renting land didn't know. It appears that Huddingtons, the estate agency always said that the land was in trust.I emailed the estate agency asking for the rented land records, and the location where the drainage work had been needed. I didn't expect an immediate reply. If my suspicions were correct I was sure they would need some time to come up with a believable answer. I decided to go up to. For a few seconds I felt the cool air of the room waft across my cheeks, too soon replaced by his hand slapping my butt. I realized Bob probably considered baring my backside in front of the group when first on her lap might be embarrassing for me. By doing the baring at this stage made no difference as I had submitted to him by then. His hand slaps although firmly delivered were softer than the paddle, however with the smacks I had got from that formidable plastic paddle, even his hand didn’t.