He said to me, “babygirl, watch how good Papaw makes Shelly feel.” I was sitting to the side of them, with a perfect view of him inside of her . S...e arched her back to accommodate his movements. They moved slow. He moved his hips back and forth He held her left hip still with his right arm draped around her torso. I remember hearing the wet slapping noise each time he entered her. He started pumping her harder and faster, she closed her eyes and started her “oh yes” chant. This lasted. It didn’t take long at all for Betty to yelp and tense her legs and shake her head from side to side, hissing in and out through clenched teeth as her bottom stung more and more as each spank landed. Betty could no longer hear any of the comments coming from those watching either because she was just trying to cope with the intense pain and was now certainly regretting playing Catalina and hadn’t realised just how strict she would be with her but then supposed that as a teacher she should be. As we drove the seven or eight miles to get there I studied my mother's profile. How did I ever go so many years without realising how beautiful she was? The clear skin of her face was decorated by just a few light freckles. A very few tiny lines adorned the corners of her eyes. Her gorgeous, thick dark hair sported a few strands of grey, and she did nothing to hide them. In fact, my mum rarely bothered with makeup or other artificial aids to beauty. She was a natural stunner. It was a warm,. Brian is even looking forward to it,” my mother said. “Are you sure you have no living grandparents or aunts and uncles?”“I am practically positive, Jan,” she giggled. “Could I live here with Michael and the ladies?”“I think that ... might be OK,” she said.“Hey Annabelle, would you like to go to school after all?” I asked.“No,” she said more defiantly than I had expected her to. “Everybody is going to stop me and tell me ‘I know how you feel.’ That is just a bunch of horseshit, if you ask.