He kissed her again her back against the rough bark of the tree. His mouth was on her lips. His lips and tongue drifted down her jaw line and down her...neck. She closed her eyes as his mouth drifted across her collarbone. She could feel his breath on her breasts and soon his mouth was suckling her nipples, first one and then the other. Her knees almost collapsed when his lips touched her hips he bit at her hip bone and then traced fine lines across her pelvis. She shivered when his tongue danced. Knowing that her daughters were completely aware of what she was doing' and watching her do it was a whole new dimension of eroticism in her mind. She opened her eyes and started moving forward."Wait a minute," Bill ordered. He needed another moment or two so he could get control of himself. "We don't want to get all this juice on your t-shirt."Bill looked at Susan, and asked, "Would you take your mom's t-shirt off honey?" Yes sir," Susan answered dutifully and reached for her mom's t-shirt.. I shook my head, it was humiliating to ask to be spanked but I wanted desperately to show her my submission. She stroked my hair. ''Come on, you came here for this, didn't you? Deep down you knew what you really wanted.'' She pulled on my hair so she could see my face.I closed my eyes.''Will you spank me Mistress?''''Now, beg me to Portia.'' She tightened her grip in my hair.''Please Mistress, please will you spank me?''''Good girl.'' She let go of my hair and placed one hand on my lower back. Maybe it was that I was just aware of her now and was consciously looking for her. Regrettably, she would always tell me to get lost in the most colloquial (but not very lady like) of terms every-time I tried to chat her up.I think if it were today, I would probably have been called a stalker, as I would swing past her house every chance I got, trying to catch a glimpse of her. I think I would be safe in saying Jean wasn't too enamoured with my efforts to win her favour.But she had stolen my.