It turns out Sue can't skate, especially not downhill

You're a little too horny from your efforts to remember which way the beach is but you're pretty sure it's west. You push off, letting go of the wall, and quickly discover that there was a reason the skates were at the back of the closet.

If it weren't you struggling for balance you'd be almost pleased to know that your perfect sister Sue can barely skate. You'd be laughing at her awkward style and occasionally flailing hands.

Except, of course, the person struggling for balance happens to be you.

"No no no no, not down, not down!" you plead as you find the sidewalk starting to tilt downward toward the shore. The cracks in the sidewalk slow you more than the smooth street would have, but at the same time they thwart your efforts to apply the brake. Not that you're sure you could do so without falling on your face or having it spin you around.

Your eyes widen in horror at the sight of an intersection ahead, the light just turning against you as you pick up speed. "Oh God, I'm beautiful and I'm going to die!"

"I got you!" A voice yells, and a blur seems to jump out toward you. Strong hands try to encircle you, but the oil makes them slip down. For a moment they're on your breasts and then they're gone, dragging your top off your nipples.

The person's efforts do help, however, as not only did they slow you a little but they knocked your trajectory off the sidewalk and onto the grass. By some miracle you manage to keep your balance as you bump over the dry yellow grass, but just as you shoot off your grab a pole, encircling in with your arms.

Somehow you manage to hold on, though the oil and your grip make you spin around the pole before you come to a full stop.

"Oh thank God," you gasp, resting your head against the pole. Having just averted disaster you don't notice that your ass is jutted out toward the passing motorists or that your suit has been pulled off of your full, oily breasts.

Your savior jogs up to you.