"I hate to waste this food, so I will just save it and give it to the squirrels in the park in a few days," chuckled Debbie. "I'll just put it in the ...efrigerator until then."I sprinted to the bathroom and leaned over the bowl. Nothing happened! My mind was grossed out, but my stomach was well along in digesting the pizza and sending it on. When I realized I wasn't going to be bringing the pizza back up for another vote, I spun around, dropped my pants, and tried to take a dump. I thought I. The zipper was in the front, and sometimes it would open enough so I could see Mom’s hand moving under her white cotton underwear.The following week on Tuesday night, Mom did something a little different. She was wearing slack and unzipped them as usual but pushed them and her underwear halfway down her thighs. We had a stag film running, but I’ll be damned if I remember what it was, I had a raging hard-on pushing the front of my pajamas out. There was no way my mother could mistake the. WHAM! SPLATT! WHAM! SPANK! SPLATT! WHAM! SPANK! Paris remained bent over in optimal paddling position bikini panties tight across her butt Cheeks glowing red through the seat of her panties as well as the bright red lozenges visible under her panty elastic seams. pointing upward like a red flag waving to and fro. He had already paddled her more than Rory, taking on her improper choice of panties. Paris was already bruised, but still the paddle thundered across her bottom. The. After talking with the management team of Jason, Jenny and Lorrie I left word that I wanted to see Joni and Paula when they returned.I had spent the rest of the day on the state department VCATS learning. The higher level of authorization opened Pandora’s Box for me to investigate. I limited my looking to the Kampala embassy. I went back two years looking at all the alerts, general e-mails, letters to the embassy and anything else I could find.The only other distraction was a call to Andy, “The.