I killed the bear and the girls helped clean you up." I thought better of telling her how we tried to undress her and our discovery. That could wait f...r another day."Me not believe you. How one man kill biggest kwankit all by himself. Must have help. Else die!" She was adamant. "No one man could kill it by himself." I use a magic fire stick. Kill with one shot. You can see it when you feel a little better. You were not hurt except you got a hit on your head when you fell. It made you sleep for. Thankyou very much for allowing me to address your street BBQ to celebrate Lifestyle Nudism. As you all probably know I am a graduate from Blanke Schande College. That College was once at the forefront in pioneering the practice of Public Nudity. Many other fine institutions have now taken up that same challenge and are equaling, if not surpassing, the work BSC did all those years ago. During my years at Blanke Schande College I became an Absolute. Back then it was a big thing to decide you. Sitting on the towel she’d thoughtfully folded and placed on her chair earlier, she was thankful the pain didn’t return. “Hello, Sir. I mean Gary.” She sent a smile. “Hello, Elaine,” he sent back. “You um, you caught me at a bad moment.” She wasn’t really going to tell him she had her plug in, was she? “Do you need some time?” he asked. “What’s happened? Are you all right?” “Yes,” she typed. “I’m fine. I’m just... I’m just getting used to a butt plug.” She sent a blushing face. . I reach the end of the walkway; wobble uncertain of how to turn, my legs jelly, my body flushed with excitement, the pressure spreading ever upwards through my delicate shaking legs to vibrate in the glowing furnace of my pussy. Heat, vibrations, excitement. I turn ever so slowly. Inspect myself in the mirror provided as I rotate; admiring each subtly curved line from tiptoe to my perfectly coiffured hair. My dress, little more than a long vest really, hugs my skin from breast to mid thigh.