Something grabbed at me hand. Initially I pulled away from it but quickly realized it was her hand grabbing mine. She pulled at it and moved it toward... her tit. We suddenly heard something weird outside. It had begun to sprinkle. Then it began raining, lightly. I kind of liked that. It made the evening romantic. Then I touched it. I felt her boob. It wasn’t very romantic but the palm of my hand and her boob touched one another. WOW. JESUS CHRIST, I thought. OH MY GOD, I told myself. I CAN’T. But there she was, like a shiny black neoprene seal, with those disarming mermaid locks, paddling her board out into the cold ocean. Yeah, I had her up on my surf girl pedestal. It was no secret, even among my buddies, that I was more than smitten. Obsessed, they had even called it one day as we lingered in the water on our boards beyond the break. I had developed this nasty habit of missing all the best waves while watching the glorious sight of her peeling down her wetsuit on the beach. Every. When he was done, Raymond turned to me. “I’m very sorry for disturbing your dinner Sir,” he said, and commenced kissing my feet as well. I squirmed a little, as my feet are quite ticklish, and stared down at the older man, still thinking how bizarre it was that being spanked had, apparently, excited him so. I couldn’t even contemplate the apologies and foot kissing that followed. Kate removed her dress and and snapped her fingers, “Raymond, on your back,” she said, pointing to the floor in. Monica gave a tight little laugh. “I ‘m sure Mark has no complaints with her scores, Bill. Mark, fair is fair. You saw hers. Let her see yours.” Monica was not looking in their direction at all, like she was not really interested in his scores. She was looking deeply into Bill’s eyes. What Bill did not notice was that she had slipped a card into Sharon’s lap. Sharon started, picked it up and slid it up into the reader so that she and Mark could read it. Monica was talking to Bill again. “You.