Kensington Gardens is a good place by London standards but this was real freedom. They were oblivious to the weather and Magic was charging in and out...of the sea, always contriving to shake himself violently next to me. It’s some kind of unwritten doggy law. Trotsky was behaving himself for a change and living up to his name as he followed his nose along the tidemark. I shambled along between them wishing I’d put another pair of socks on under my wellies. It wasn’t that cold really, it was the. Walker at school and Ruth in her office.Roger was very polite. He did not stare, yet did not shy away either. He did ask about my condition, though. His questions, however, were merely about how the week in the Program went and did it seem worse for me than for the other participants. He honestly seemed pleased that it went as well as it did.We must've talked for hours. Before I knew it, the sun was beginning to edge toward the western horizon."Time to go," Mr. Walker said, rising to his feet.. ” She obeyed and lied on the bed, showing me her well shaved pussy with fat pink lips, then she lifted her legs and slightly bent her knees saying:” oh, yeah this way you can have deeper penetration and make it easier for me to have you all the way in since I was never been fucked by man at your size. Your cock is a real MONSTER.” I kneeled between her legs, put my hands on her tits and pressed them hard. My hands was no match to her huge fat tits so I pressed them using my weight, then bubbles. She rises and quietly packs the remains of their picnic into a large cold box. Then she returns to the sleeping figure of Barbara, stoops down and gently kisses one shoulder."Taxi will be here in 20 minutes, Babs."They dress and pack their remaining belongings, then saunter hand-in-hand down the gravel path which winds through the sand dunes behind Coveta del Pinos.They arrive at the gate to the naturist beach to await their taxi back to Benidorm. Barbara sits on the lid of the cold box,.