Ssssh, my love. Shes too drunk to notice anyways. she said, and pulled the dice out. With a quick flick of her wrist, the dice rolled out of her hands...and onto the floor, where one rolled into the wall, and the other crashed into a chair leg. LETS DO IT… the dice by the wall said, ON A CHAIR said the other. How the hell do we do it on a chair? Louise asked, confused. You sit on the chair, and I use my tongue on you. Marie said. Are you sure? Louise asked. Of course. Marie said. I know how. It gave me something to do on an otherwise boring Friday night. And now I’m in your bed, which is a little unexpected on my part.’ ‘You’re still fully clothed and your reputation intact.’ I suggested. ‘Mmm, I know. It’s a waste really, isn’t it?’ she replied and giving me a little peck on the cheek. I turned my face and our lips met for the first time, a little kiss and a flick of tongues. We rolled together facing each other and cuddled in tightly, our second kiss was long and passionate,. I was quite slim back then and my figure has since developed into that of a woman, curvy with a large 36DD bosom and shapely hips, clearly seen through my scoop neck t-shirt and jeans. Dr. Adams is in his early forties; a tall, attractive man, but not really my type. As far as I know he is still married. As I take a seat I think I catch Dr. Adams’ eyes fixed on what seems to be far below my neckline, but as I raise my head he promptly makes eye contact. I want to be out of here as quickly as. It was the biggest and best wave of the whole day, and Doug and I rode the bugger right up, virtually onto the beach, before the tunnel collapsed and broke over us.Then we swam back out to retrieve the girls who'd wiped-out; probably through ... unfortunate timing. I won't say lack of skill because Sylvia and Rose are as good surfers, as Doug and I are. Wiping-out is part of the game.The surfing had done something for Doug's and my self-esteem; it also helped that the four tossers couldn't talk.