[TPR] ASA JAY OUR NEW PRESIDENT

Sat May 2 06:32:45 PDT 2015

I doubt he learned to write like that from high school English, more like trashy novels. In either case he learned well. Almost had me waking momma up. 

Hawk 

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From: "Charles Engles via TPR" <tpr at teampanteraracing.com> 
To: "Asa Jay Laughton" <asajay at asajay.com> 
Cc: "TPR Forum" <tpr at teampanteraracing.com> 
Sent: Saturday, May 2, 2015 8:06:36 AM 
Subject: Re: [TPR] ASA JAY OUR NEW PRESIDENT 

Dear Most Literary TPR President, 

Umm. Well! That was a most excellent closing chapter to your tale. Is it possible that we should take these two parcels of Pantera prose as your presidential policy and platform statements? I do hope so. 

Very impressive, Chuck Engles 

PS: who knew that Asa was paying attention in those high school English classes? 

From: TPR [mailto:tpr-bounces at teampanteraracing.com] On Behalf Of Asa Jay Laughton via TPR 
Sent: Friday, May 01, 2015 11:22 PM 
To: tpr at teampanteraracing.com 
Subject: Re: [TPR] ASA JAY OUR NEW PRESIDENT 

The brightness of new LED overhead street lamps produced a sharp glare off the damp asphalt as the dark panther came roaring around the corner; its own HID headlamps swinging around past the darkened business windows and lighting up a tall slender figure of a woman in a knee-length white dress at the opposite end of the block. Her neckline plunged deeply toward her navel, her white-blond hair whipped from behind her to fall lazily across her ample silky smooth bosom revealed by her dress as she let the thunder and lighting rounding the corner of the building at the far end of the block capture her attention, and it momentarily took her breath away. 

As if suddenly coming upon it's prey, the cat turned into stealth mode, dropping the revs mid-way down the block and slowly stalked the woman in white. It gently crept up to her until her waist came level with the roofline. The passenger door gently popped and without hesitation she deftly slid herself into the open seat, closing the door behind her as if disappearing into the very night itself. 

Comfortably seated inside, her white dress and ivory skin began to glow green, reflecting the dashboard lights. She glanced at the driver, lifted her head back with a gracious smile and gently spread her legs as a leather gloved hand firmly grasped the tool that would soon deliver a pleasure she'd never known. She quickly glanced his way again and saw an urgency that caused her to latch the seat belt in place, and then closed her eyes to let the panther do it's worse. 

The gentle kitten's purr of horsepower behind her suddenly sprang to life without warning, forcing her eyes open and her chest to rise. With the symphonic sound of the gear-drive whining just behind her, the swift distant whistle of air rushing through an intake and the thundering V8 penetrating her thighs, she again closed her eyes and moved her hands between her knees, slowly pulling them to herself. She felt the rush quickly fade as the gloved hand moved the pleasure device through a measured gate and then the feeling filled her once again. She closed her knees, squeezing her hands between her legs and began to moan softly, her eyes closed, her moist tongue tracing her lips. 

Reaching the end of the thunderous torque band, the Panther lurched once more between gates under the gloved hand, sending her breasts momentarily in motion, her moans louder. "Yes!" she cried as she parted her legs again, drawing the white folds of cloth to her waist. "Yes!" again she squeezed, arching her back, trying to force her head back past the headrest and into the rear window. The thunder grew louder as she felt the torque pressing her into submission. "YES!" came her satisfaction through moist lips when suddenly the rush paused for what seemed an eternity to her..... but it wasn't. 

She opened her eyes and turned her head slightly, only long enough to see her tormentor smoothly begin moving toward a gate marked 4. Her eyes grew wide in momentary horror and then complete submission as her realization grew and she let out a small scream. "Oh my God... there's MORE!" and she let her head fall back against the headrest again. 

And her chest heaved against the dress, her legs tightly clamped against her hands. The gloved hand reached over and pulled the shoulder strap of her seat belt and yanked it firmly up, pressing her deeper into the seat causing her pelvis to strain against it's confines as she struggled for relief. The powerful thunderous roar of both the rushing wind past the glass and the powerplant behind her filled her ears and could be felt as tremendous tremors coursing through her. She even more moaned, her eyes tightly shut. 

As she anticipated the next pause in the pressure waves overcoming her now writhing frame, the smile disappeared from her lips and was replaced by that look of impending overwhelming pleasure she knew was near at hand. She pulled her head down to glance past her breasts to her bare legs softly glowing in the green light, street lamps pulsated across her through the windshield like a strobe light. She felt the surge of the fourth torque band climax and watched her own breasts bounce firmly as the Panther grabbed fifth and she thought she would lose her mind. 

She let out a shriek of piqued climax pleasure as she arched her head and back in unison, straining against the seat belt. Her legs unclenched and clenched as if out of control. Her eyes then fluttered and aftershocks became visible across her dress. 

And for its part, the cat gently eased off the throttle and let its engine gently purr her into a soft, gentle faint of satisfaction which she quickly acknowledged with a wry smile. With her hair tussled about her shoulders, she licked her lips to show her pleasure and that she would soon want more. 

This ain't your average prancing horse or raging bull... 

... This is PANTERA 

It would be my distinguished honor to serve the Team Pantera Racing populous, to do my best in furthering the dream of making it known to others that a 40 year old Italian made, American powered vintage car can still keep up appearances as if just graduating college with a degree in 'Kick Your Ass.' 

It has been a pleasure running with the big dogs, even if occasionally one has to stay on the porch. Sometimes the porch is a good place to stay for a moment, to view the world and see how it's changed. But the porch must never become so comfortable as to make you wish for it constantly. It is only by the self-sacrifice for our brothers and sisters that we gain our measure of satisfaction, and learn our own capacities for grace, humility and endurance; not to mention a little motivational ass-whoppin' when necessary. (I'm almost sure that's in the Bible somewhere, though I might have paraphrased it). 
:) 

Ladies and Gentlepeeps, the Open Road Racing season is well upon us and we have been caught slumbering with a Scooby snack in our belly. Big Bend Open Road Race is BEHIND us. NORC is 12 days away. Do we have committed (mentally or otherwise) TPR members for the SORC? Who do we have pledged for SSCC? This is not the time to be lying on your laurels; laurels are for sissies, Laura's on the other hand are for laying on. (I'm pretty sure Patton said that one) 

My fellow dogs (and cats), this is the time for all good racers to come together to make those Panthers purr; to draw the women near and make them squeal with pleasure at the mention of our names. And to usher in that pleasure as my first official act as President, I will draft an official pardon for the outgoing President for any and all past transgressions with the Brazilian Girls, and instate his official capacity to be that of President-at-large - for Life, an office sought after by many, but not many with paws large enough to fill it. 

Oh, and I'll try to keep the web site working too. :) 

Asa Jay 

Asa Jay Laughton, MSgt, USAFR, Retired 
& Shelley Marie 
Spokane, WA 
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On 5/1/2015 6:47 AM, Mad Dog Antenucci via TPR wrote: 

Proud and honored to announce AJ Laughton has been endorsed by all for Team Pantera Racing President. 

There was not even a close second in the election except there was one vote cast for an old dawg..... but his paw print on the paper looked familiar. 

So congratulations Asa Jay . We will all serve you proudly. 

Dawg, now headed to the 'field' (actually the paint shop) in 5 minutes 

Speech-Speech-Speech....hip hip horah....hip hip horah 

tgif 

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