We were in Southern Spain. I took Julio’s hand, shook it vigorously, and thanked him for treating my wife so kindly and with such obvious love. XXX It all happened so long ago. It was as if it was meant to be. His hands once again found her voluptuous naked breasts and fondled and squeezed as they continued to kiss. “You’ve been planning for this havn’t you?” I queried. Yet still she refused to go to a nude beach where I suspected everyone would be naked. The journey took just twenty five minutes. He rubbed and squeezed her fleshy mounds with expertise and a certain amount of what I can only describe as inspired lust. He used his influence to clear a spot under the shade of a tree, where several youngsters who were not naked were ogling the naked sun worshippers. She looked stunning. It was three weeks later when she missed her period that we began to wonder. He used his influence to clear a
