But I digress, here is my memory: It was a beautiful summer day. The weather was temperate and the sun was bright but not glaring. A slight breeze mad... the ends of Resa’s hair dance as we walked through the park. We had been pretty playful the whole day, what with me rubbing her back and tickling her when she least expected, and I was sure we’d both noticed the change in our friendship over the last two or three weeks. We came to a couple blocks that were entirely grass and trees, contained. I could feel my cock swelling under my dress pants it was squashed tightly up against her inner thighs. I spread her legs apart with my feet and slid my body in between them. I pulled up her skirt and saw her cute little hairless muffin peaking through her see-through panties. I forced myself up against her and began dry humping her over her thin silky panties. I thrust my ever hardening bulge between her thighs and rocked back forth. She kissed my ear and her hot breath stung my lobe as. "OK, now wrap your fist around your penis, like this, " as she guided my hand to form a fist. She kept her hand on top of mine, continuing to guide, "OK, now just stroke up and down, at a pace you're comfortable with." She moved my hand up and down. I saw us in the mirror again and got very weirded out. I tried to remove my hand but she held me firm. "What's the matter, sweetie?" "Mom, this is just too weird!" "Steven, it's OK. Listen, this is your first orgasm, ever, so it's going to be. The kettle sang and I poured tea for us both, and we sat a moment and I asked her why she had had it done and about the padlock. Her reply was that Dez, that`s the git I thought was hubby, had insisted on the padlock when they got together as he said no one else was sharing his meat. He had pestered her since then to have his brand, till finally she had agreed to a very small one as she believed he was her partner for life and she was so in love. She then told me somewhat tearfully the whole.