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Date Posted: 11:01:49 08/24/25 Sun
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>The agreement between Camilla and her parents was
>this: she agreed to go to Valalta, but she could keep
>her swimsuit on. In the morning, we positioned
>ourselves on the sandy beach, each family occupying an
>umbrella. Camilla was visibly embarrassed as she
>watched the naked people around us, then her parents
>undressing. At a certain point, her attention was
>drawn to me: my mom undressed and creamed me. At
>previous nudist camps, I'd undressed without a
>problem, but yesterday, Camilla's curious gaze
>embarrassed me. Then we played in the water, her in
>her swimsuit and me naked. She didn't say anything
>embarrassing; in fact, she always apologized when, a
>couple of times while playing, she accidentally
>touched my bottom. Every now and then, her parents
>would say to her, "Look, Matteo, how good of a guy,
>he's not ashamed!"
>The turning point came when her parents decided to
>move to the pool: they won't let you in unless you're
>naked. Camilla was forced to undress and was on the
>verge of tears. We spent the last few hours near the
>slide, and she put her bikini bottoms back on, but not
>the top. The day ended embarrassingly for me. I'll
>tell you about it later because Mom is calling me to
>take a shower.
I can imagine both your embarrassment as your mother applied sunscreen to you while she stared at you, and Camilla's when she had to undress to get into the pool.
This is why I say that prepubescent children should always be naked on the beach and at home. This embarrassment would be avoided because they would get used to it from an early age, and it would also be a continuous process, not a sudden one.
I'm curious to hear the rest of the day in Valalta and in particular of your embarrassing moment at the end of the day...
Now let's go to dinner, I'll talk to you later.
just two quick notes about my day Yesterday
Given the less than favorable weather forecast, yesterday we went to Paolo and Marco's house. The weather wasn't actually that bad; yes, it was very cloudy at times, but there were also sunny spells. My two sons and their two friends were able to play naked outside, and they had a great time.
In the morning, before going to their house, we stopped by the supermarket. There we ran into Francesco's classmate (the one from Ferragosto) and her mother. We stopped to say hello and chat. The girl was very happy to see him, even though as they talked I could see her gaze wandering to the zipper of his jeans, as if he were still naked. At one point, she said it had been one of the best Ferragosto holidays of her life. I took the opportunity to ask her if her mother had spoken to her (in the past few days, I had gotten her cell phone number from my friend and had spoken clearly with her mother, telling her not to tell any of her other classmates). She told me her mother had been very clear about it, even though it would have been very hard for her because it was too cool to keep a secret. I reminded her that she had been very lucky to play with four naked boys, one of them her classmate, without being forced to undress herself. That this privilege had to remain a secret between them if she wanted there to be other opportunities in the future. She promised she wouldn't tell anyone. As we drove back, Francesco protested that I'd suggested other meetings. I pointed out that I hadn't promised, but had simply given her another reason not to tell anyone what she'd seen… eheheh…
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