Her light brown hair was slightly wavy so sometimes she would add mousse right out of the shower and let it air dry into long spiral curls. She wore v...ry little makeup most days and today was no exception. She brushed on two coats of mascara and smeared gloss on her lips. She threw a few things into her bathroom bag and headed for the door. Kristen opened the trunk of her car and loaded her suitcase before slipping in behind the wheel and heading out of town.Time and scenery passed quickly as. ’ She locked her gaze on his, tilted her head as if in deep thought. ‘I have a confession: I looked up some of your work. You’re very, very good. Better than tiny in-set photos and useless pictures of hotel lobbies that no one’s going to give a second glance to.’ She paused, giving him an inviting smile. ‘You’re better than this, Aidan.’ She said his name like an intimate caress. His jaw clenched. They’d met once before and here she was judging his career choices? He wanted to tell her to go. Yes I am. May I call you Lincoln? Please call me Sarah." As she handed me two glasses she smiled up at me. "After all, we're going to become very informal before the night's over."She was standing close to me and as I looked down at her I saw that the neck of her shift had dipped forward a bit. Without any effort on my part I was staring down at her jutting pink breasts. They were set wide apart and the valley was prominent. That gave me an unobstructed view right down the pink and bare front. Blake came out of the house with the beer, but stopped as soon as he saw what was happening 20 yards away at the table. He didn't want to interfere with his enraged Grandpa, and could only stand and watch as his mother was incessantly spanked. He saw his Grandpa's hand come down again and again right across the shapely bottom, and he knew this would be the final insult to his mother who was paying another price for her looseness in the cornfields.'Stop it, daddy, please, stop...oh, ahhhhh...it.