We showered together washing each others bodies and I marveled at her perfectly formed arse and her slim, almost to slim, body capped with those tiny ...reasts. We kissed and caressed each others bodies gently now after cleaning and for a few brief moments we actually shared a tender interlude. After we dried ourselves we went to my bedroom and both of us were asl**p in minutes. I was awoken the next morning at around 9 o’clock in the most erotic way possible as Vicki quietly and efficiently. "Oh God ... no vent," she moaned. The moan was loud enough to warn the men in the building. Vee hadn't eaten sensibly since she came back from Konstanz ... and she was one of those rare women who produce the finest products of intestinal unfortitude when she was running on empty instead of on full. Her last real meal was a salad bar at the Caf in Konstanz and there isn't much that exceeds the malodor of lettuce, pepperoncini, dill pickle, black olives and mushrooms mixed with stomach acid .... Just than the furnace started up and he yelled at me 'get on your damn knees and suck my dick, you fucking bitch!!!' I slid off the sofa to the floor, tears falling from my eyes, Walter standing over me demanding... 'Get up on your knees, take my dick out and suck it like a good little bitch.' I reached up and slipped my hand into his zipper and pulled his throbbing penis from his pants. Sobbing I timidly parted my lips and sucked on his dick head. Walter moaned and caressed my head as he. I participated in hundreds of surfing competitions, placed a few times, but never picked up a sponsor.Oh, I placed in the top ten a few times, but never won. Well, unless you count the number of surfer girls I fucked. So many girls, so many places, so many amazing beaches.My year of competitive surfing did help me find my career goals. Surfing is a dangerous sport, and witnessing so many injuries helped me decide to pursue a career in sports medicine. Needless to say, my parents were stoked.