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I tried not to blush when one of them did something unmentionable to a rather phallic gatepost. I thought it was a little unnecessary for another to sexually abuse the rocking horse in the playground. It was very nice for me when one flashed her knickers at the camera, and I only hope the passers-by enjoyed the spectacle too.

I watched helplessly as one of our number became bogged down by her high heels in a muddy patch next to the lake, much to the amusement of a group of youths who were sprawled on the grass with a couple of guitars. In a gazebo overlooking the lake there were a number of old men slumbering on the benches, and I felt sorry for them as we burst in with a storm of chatter and giggling, as it couldn't have been easy on their hangovers. I even felt a bit sorry for the pigeons, who fled in panic.

We wended our way around the lake. One girl, who was wearing low-cut jeans, decided to flash her bottom at me. Another fellated a hosepipe, much to the consternation of the gardener. Someone masturbated the drinking water fountain. Inevitably, one of our group mounted the bobble-topped fencepost next to the ornamental pond and rode it with a lascivious expression. And they ALL piled into the ladies loo, leaving me lurking outside like a pervert, listening to the squeals coming from inside.- MORE