What a Day to Remember

This is the story I've been telling for a few months, about being married in my 30s and taking good care of myself and modesty as far as having a legal body... living on an island where we usually go to the beach at weekends to relieve tension and cut waves. We went to the beach at six o'clock, and on our way she told me that a childhood friend of hers who I know is very nice was renting a house for us with two other girlfriends all lonely. That would be great because I could go surfing if she hadn't asked me not to do too much in the sea so we wouldn't get stranded alone on the beach etc. Five minutes later, I see Carla with a girl who's 5 foot 7 inches tall and has green eyes... a perfectly round body, two breasts that look like two hard legs... which appeared to be Patricia. I had to go into the sea to get rid of my fear. It was almost seven o'clock at night when we went ashore and it was so dull looking for those bodies, imagining what they would be like after May Day. After seeing them they invited us to dinner in their house on Shelagh Island because they were exhausted and wanted to sleep with me. The next day I was more calm and relaxed, we went to the beach and met them again. Papa Vaai, papa Vem and I said that on the second would have to come for work and they could spend the day together, so Sheila wouldn't do Sozinha. That when she asked me Patricia told me it also had to be for Spay, who did not want to ask her alone if I couldn't give a cartoon or talk. PATRICIA I came out in a nice little dress, with no underpants because you could see those seats were heavy and stuffy after they'd been washed by hand. I got into the car and that perfume was all over the place. Well there we were trying to get my dad off who looked like such an awful rock. We started talking about our old marriages, and she asked me how I knew Sheila. And then I told her all about my old ones... and each time it was a little bit longer than the last one. About their intimacies... I said that she was also very beautiful, and had one of the most gorgeous bodies I'd ever seen. She told me I could tell by looking at her on the beach if I left her home because she wanted to get off work we hung up our phones so I would look for her late in the evening before going back to the beach and getting a job which almost didn't happen but it happened when my mother got here How she was going to die, in five minutes I'd be at her house. The doorman said that she sent me upstairs and the door would be open. She died alone. I walked into the house and heard the sound of a shower. Patricia unlocked the bathroom window and told me it was half-open and she had already been there. She came to my ear and said, "I want to feel you all inside me". I pulled the towel in and saw that hole almost completely peeled off with a slicked-up grill. Then she sat on the couch and started lighting this bucket. She kissed my head, put it all in her mouth and sucked my balls so hard that I couldn't hold on to them... she swallowed everything and lay down with legs wide open. And then I walked into the room while she was talking about pussy. That's when she spoke and said, "Now I am in my kitchen". She was four years old then everything changed. We kissed again. Exhausted we went to take a bath and moved more. Then we returned to the beach.