Taking her own hairbrush from her dresser, I ordered her to face the full-length mirror we have hanging on the back of the bedroom door. She braced he...self by putting her gloved hands on the upper corners of the mirror and then spread her long, stockinged legs. As she stood with her eyes glued to her own reflection, I positioned myself behind and to one side of her and gently ran my hand across the smooth skin of her bare ass. "Beg me to spank you, Kathy," I ordered. In a meek voice, barely. I had traveled back to my home town to visit family.Not a particularly happy visit. A funeral, in fact.Despite the sadness that brought us together, it wasgood to see people who I hadn’t seen in so long. Itwas over though, and I would fly home the nextmorning.Those thoughts occupied my mind as I drove, and Iguess I wasn’t paying close enough attention as I gota little too close to a black BMW in front of mebefore swinging around to go by. As I slowly passed Ilooked over, the bright. The next thing I knew, we started to kiss. It was exciting, and kind of frightening, as we had not done this before.We continued to "practice" kissing, and both of us became more excited. I made the first move to touch Doris. Remember the top she was wearing? It was a straight line cotton or linen frock, and hung fairly loosely from her shoulders to her waist. As we kept kissing, I begain to slide my hands up inside the top. She didn't bristle for a moment, but she did smile.Working my way up,. She was in control now, the goddess, still and carved in stone, cold and calm. This close, he could see how fine and smooth her creamy skin was, and how lush and full her mouth was. He could feel every controlled even breath she took that almost brushed his chest with her breasts, just as he could smell the underlying scent of her under the perfume, something warm and sensual, filling his mind with images of the sun and sex and sex in the sun. He felt himself harden at the thought of touching.