That left Simon standing to my right and as Adam was preoccupied with the barman Simon leant forward and whispered into my ear – is this a wind-up h...e said.Is what a wind-up I said quietly knowing full well what he was talking about.You know... you, me and Adam later on back at your place he said.Oh that I said playing the dumb brunette, no it’s not a wind-up.Christ Caroline you’re not giving me some bull are you Simon said, his eyes now wide open.No Simon I whispered, no bull, no wind-up, no. We laugh as I peel off the shirt. You undo my pants and push them to floor. I have nothing on beneath them. I step out of them and you begin to undo your bra. I stop you, easing your hands to my waist. I unhook your bra and ease it off your shoulders; it joins your dress. I lift you up and place you on the bed. "Lay back and close your eyes," I coo as I stroke my hand softly down your face. You obey. I unhook your garter and slowly roll your hose off your legs, allowing my fingers to lightly. I did surf regularly, she knew I was friends with Cassy and I believe she truly thought she was a much better catch than Cassy. Whatever her reason, we hadn’t been together all that long yet and my girlfriend was good about me going to visit, at least on the surface. I loaded my van, grabbed my board and hit the coast road. Excited about a chance to surf in an area I frequented as a teenager as much as to catch up with Cassy. When I arrived the house was a dream. Wooden, wide verandahs. It was. When he moved his hand lower, Stephanie brought her legs up somewhat and allowed him visual access to the rest of her. Greg leaned forward, whispered something that she could not quite hear, and put his lips to the opening of her vagina. Stephanie nearly jumped from the table. Every nerve in her body was excited, agitated, and sensitized to the effects of his kiss there. For his part, Greg had seen the droplets of her moisture that had seeped from her body, and could smell the aroma of arousal..