Still on the way down to where ever we were headed, she reached over, at first and to my surprise rubbing my leg while she was driving along, as we re...ched a red light, she beckoned me over to her, "Come here." she said leaning across the center console. I wasn't going to say no, slowly and teasingly, I leaned over, sharing a soft and slow, yet passionate kiss before we moved along. Her hand slid further up my leg as the drive continued, before slowly rubbing her hand over my crotch. "You. He thought that she was perfect. Shoulder length blonde hair, beautiful blonde eyes, perfect pert nose, perfectly kissable lips, nice canteloped sized breasts, wasp waist, long luxurious legs, and her trademark, the most perfect ass in the school. Brandon wasn't too bad looking himself but he was way out of her league. She and he both knew it. Brandon went to his seat and sat down as the bell rang. He looked at the back of class and there she was talking to one of her many friends.. I immediately thought something had happened to my mom! I slowed and came up to him at a brisk walk. He fell in with me, and asked if I were Tom Wilshire. I said yes, and asked how I might help him."I'm Robert Simpson, from the Bugler. I came across a very curious thing recently, and tracked it down to you," he said with an intent look.I felt like I had been kicked in my stomach. The Bugler was the paper I had sent the evidence I had collected about my town mayor and state representative's. Her arse changed from untanned virgin white to red with welts, her upper thighs soon had a consistent hugh, her legs shaking as he found the lower muscles, even her feet, raised to his surprise one at a time to aid his aim. It was the to his total amazement, that she turned herself away from him and slowly in a very deliberate way opened her legs wide. The hint was obvious. She was ready to receive his abuse in her most sacred of places, the one place most women would protect at all costs..