Soon Dulce and our team are leaving for an island in the Atlantic Ocean to shoot more stories with new girls in an exotic place, the island of Madeira. On the way out to the shooting, we stopped off on the Azores Islands. It was so nice, the air was cool and crisp, unlike what it is here now, damn summer. It is summer here on the Portuguese coast, but we could only walk barefoot along the boardwalk. The young girl I took to the hotel is with me now, and I am happy that she can accompany me to all the future shoots. On our first morning, we decided to walk into a nearby resort, which was right next to a sea cove where our ship was moored. The sun had barely begun to rise above the water, but already people were basking in the morning light. People in colorful bikinis jumped and splashed water and sat in hammocks in the warm breeze. On the white sandy beach, tents were stretched, a number of girls had decided to take a refreshing early morning swim. The weather was great, I should go on vacation here during the summer, relax. After walking along the boardwalk a little further, we passed through a hotel area, there are palm trees along the boardwalk, beautiful in the morning sunlight. \- Darling, why are the girls coming out of their tents almost naked? - the girl said, hugging my shoulders - Did I also have to sleep on the beach? Or maybe in the open air? \- Honey, - I answered, hugging her waist and feeling how smooth and tender her skin was - These girls are not sleeping, they are changing clothes. Soon we'll be shooting a story here. \- Cool - the girl exclaimed - A good morning, here. We'd better make another trip. Walking further, the two of us met a group of naked boys. There were quite a lot of them, about fifteen or twenty people, running around, throwing up the sand with their feet. They were completely naked, their small or huge tools freely swinging in the air. One boy ran past us, quickly bending down and looking between my girlfriends legs. The sight of their bodies fascinated the girl and, blushing, she covered her face with her palm and looked back from time to time as we walked, in turn, burying her feet in the sand. Soon we turned on a dirt track leading to a large house. As we arrived at the place, I noticed a man sitting and talking to the director, on the white marble floor were towels and bottles of mineral water. The girls were standing behind them.
