I nod my understanding, my hands gripping the steering wheel even tighter, as I hump the dildo and the vibe moves against my tingling clit; every bump... in the road adding another level to the sensations. The seatbelt making me feel strapped down, as I arch against it while I rock back and forth. I moan my pleasure, and he reaches over and takes hold of my collar. “Did you cum?” “No, but I’m too close to stop it if I keep going like this…” I half-moan-half-breathe at him; he stops the vibe.. "They moved to Colorado last year," I cut in before Mom began to parrot the lines she'd learned as a young adult growing up in the late 1970s and early 1980s. "They're not intent upon anything." Colorado," Mom said with disgust. It was something we were never going to agree. My time on the "Left Coast" (as my mother referred to California, Oregon and Washington) had liberalized my views. The studies I'd read about the use of marijuana for medicinal purposes had made me rethink some of the dogma. No one can claim anything against Bob because it was given to Mandy. That's the law."Handing Bob another document Stan explained it was a letter from him as Executor of Mandy's father's estate authorizing the $20,000 payment. He explained the letter authorized Bob as Mandy's Guardian and $1,500 monthly compensation for providing Mandy's custodial care."I have special rules for this second account," said Stan. "On the first, after you've deposited the $5,000 from the Guardianship account into. In the next room, connected to the principal's office, was the punishment room. I had been spanked there many times by Mr. Olson, who was principal when I was going to high school. Many of those times were because Miss Jones sent me there, for practical jokes I had pulled on her.Anyway, Miss Jones opened the door to the punishment room and said, "As I said before, there have been a lot of changes at this school. One of them is that schools can no longer spank students. It is actually.