Yet, the nudist club members -- and there were more of them from Spearfish Lake than the Matsons and Evachevskis that sat in the destroyed living room...-- were proud of what they had out there. Not just the beautiful wide beach, or the cozy summer cottages. Commons was the showpiece, the huge Ursula Mandenberg designed log dining hall, built in the fifties. It had won architectural awards when it was built, and was featured in magazine articles and architectural books. It may have been the most. It was just like old times. We kissed, we touched, and we even made love on the couch. Time actually flew by, the front doorbell rang, and I went to answer it. There stood Brian’s mother, Cynthia, and Tammy.Cynthia said, “We need to talk.” Then she barraged by me and went into the living room. There was my naked wife sitting on the couch. She wasn’t even trying to cover herself up. Cynthia looked at her and said, “Oh my God. How do you keep from falling over with those things? No wonder your. She was also really pretty. Everybody said so, so it must be true. She had a way of smiling that just made you feel good. You could have had a horrible day, and then just see her smile, and everything was all right again. Mommy was wonderful that way. Then he came. Mommy answered the door, and there was a man there. He looked bad. His face was sickly and pale. He was kind of hairy, and he smelled bad. He said he had been sent by the superintendent to fix our air conditioner, and he needed to. ..... Paula was the fattest chick Jason ever slept with. She was so fat that her tummy would hang down to her knees and wobble from side to side when she walked, just like a mass of quivering blubber. The story starts on a hot July day in 1998, it was about 91 degrees fahrenheit or 33 degrees celsius. After finishing cleaning around her house Paula walks into the kitchen and pours herself a glass of coke, then walks over the lounge room and takes a rest on the sofa. As it's lunch time, Paula.