Comforting the Widowed Cousin

Back when Markus, my wife Maria Teresa, and I were still just dating, we often went out with another couple, friends of ours, to have fun. We were always together at dances, parties, and other events in the small town in the interior of São Paulo. In fact, this girl, named Izabel, was my girlfriend's cousin, and the boy, Almir, was a neighbor. Izabel was a tall, fair-skinned brunette with straight black hair and a wonderful body. Knowing her attributes, she liked to wear shorter or tighter clothes to highlight her beautiful feminine features, such as skirts that showed off her plump, beautiful thighs, and dresses that showed off a small waist but ultimately highlighted her magnificent butt.