So Barb went out and Russ and I remenised, we had already planned for me to bunk down in the spare room so that I didnt have to drive home and could e...joy a few beers. The night was fun but unfortunatly my old mate Russ was a bit down after his relationship breakup and had a few beers too many. He evenetually did that drunk thing where you just stand up and say "I'm going to bed" and left me sitting there in his lounge with too much to drink in me to drive but not tired enough to hit the spare. This ostracized them from most of their peers and left them with few options for someone to turn to because the dirty old goat wanted them to bend over the desk. Especially since he was always careful to wait until he could catch them in some dereliction of their security duties; covering up for some other girl's being naughty for example, then he could threaten them with the loss of their job, that sort of thing.In truth, scumbag may be a little strong; he wasn't really being horrible about. They headed out to the ocean beach with the top down on the car. They stopped for a lite breakfast at a small café. Nobody around here knew them so they could openly act as two lovers out on a lark. It was thrilling to kiss him with other people around them. Several of the older women looked at them with disgust, while their husbands’ tongues hung out of their drooling mouths in envy. At the beach, they pulled into a private parking lot. Before heading out on to the beach, they ducked into the. She closed her eyes and moved against the warm rough rock, grazing her nipples against it under the warm water. She thought again of the times that they had been together, the three of them so inventive and fun. She worked three of her fingers inside herself, remembering how David had fucked her while Ellen ate her that special, sweaty Saturday afternoon. She felt the tensions building up in her legs as she encouraged the water with little pats. She arched up against the warm rock. It had been.