We came here as a family when I was a young girl.” “Mum would pack the picnic and we would be in a swimmers all day. Either swimming, playing foot...e or cricket or eating the feast my mother would have for us. Many special memories here” said Fran. She was feeling extremely horny from the ride and wondered if they would have a swim. Hoping it might cool her down before they rode again. The sun was streaming down making her tshirt cling to her body. Her nipples were poking their way through her. Then tears fell.After what seemed like an age, she returned along the pathway. I was torn between following her and going to the bench to enjoy her scent. Her scent was the magnet that day and forever will be.Sitting on the bench, I noticed the memorial sign. It seems that all of the benches in the Botanical gardens are left in memory of individuals who have found different spots within the gardens ... their special place.Sitting there, my mind a riot of thoughts and feelings lost in a. A zephyr against my privates. She watches me intently. A moist poke against my bottom. OMG. Another "unhhh" from me, this time it was no purr. Still I try to hold her gaze. Invasion. I wiggle and try to relax against the inevitable. When fully penetrated, I sigh out one more low-toned "unhhh."In response, she gives me her best Grinch grin and must have pressed something else up on the wall because the inserted dildo begins to inflate. Like listening to the increasing pitch as water. My plead fell on deaf ears as shehelped me pull my skirt up past my waist. Then she told me to hurry upand get back in place over her knee. I didn't hesitate seeing how bad myrear stung and remembering what Pam went thru. As soon as I Settled backin place I could feel her hand rub both cheeks and did they ever hurt.Suddenly she started with the same rhythm and intensity as before. Mycrying became louder this round and I knew I was her property now.Nothing but my hose and panties to cushion the.