All I could say was “Hi”.I can’t remember clearly what I was thinking however it did mostly consist of fuck I’m busted being repeated over and...over. Then she smiled and walked straight past me into the kitchen, after she was out of the room I put my shorts on again and with my hart pounding followed her to the kitchen.For the remainder of the day she acted as if she hadn’t seen a thing, even though I could tell by her smirk that she was loving it I was sort of disturbed by her lack of reaction.. For the most part he was thoughtful and considerate. He was certainly an adequate provider. Owner of a successful plumbing contracting business, he had purchased the more than modest home only three years ago. They might not be rich, but they were definitely upper middle class. No, she thought, she could never fault him for not providing for her.The sex could be better, she thought, much better. They, like all newly weds, screwed like minxes the first six months or so of their marriage. Then. F’s sister she also knew of my relationship with her sister, she supports it as she respects me and we were family friends and travel is 12hrs,now coming back to the story, our train started still now i was having high respect for because as a single women she managing her family and his useless husband debt as well ,When we were settling our luggage she was pending to stuff her luggage under her birth while doing so her navel is visible and some hairy linings downwards i can’t take my eyes off. Copacabana is one place for this, but a more intimate place is Ipanema. The beach is less wide - so closer to get to the water and so it becomes more crowded and more candy on show. this story comes from a partial experience on the beach there and the rest is fantasy. You, the reader, will need to work out which bit is which.As a mature(ish) man, I was hanging out with a beer, towel and shorts breathing in the smells of a hot day starting to cool down. The sea was calm but the occasional wave.