”“Don’t say anything,” she says.“What about Judy?” he asks, his guilt suddenly coming back in full force.“Don’t worry about her either...” the woman instructs. “This will be between you and me. I will be subtle tomorrow with her about having a threesome and we’ll pretend that this isn’t happening.”“You know of the threesome?” he asks, knowing that it is probably a stupid question to ask, but he has to ask it anyhow.“Of course I do,” she answers. “Did you think I was just coming because it was a. Please forgive me for any mistakes and pass on your valuable feedback in the comments. So let’s get to the story.This happened when I was in junior college. Me being of a chubby nature had what you can call ‘man boobs’ and a fat ass. I had to go to a place around 50kms away from my house, to meet a friend who had come over in transit for a few days.I waited on the side of a road hoping I would get a lift, that way I could save some money. After a long 20 minutes wait, a car approached me and. As I walk past her, I see that the papers spread out in front of her are her credit card statement. I instantly tense, and head towards the fridge for a glass of wine. "So, what's up ?" I ask her. "You're home early today." I walk up behind her, and place my hands on her shoulders, massaging gently. She is tense also. "I see that you have used my credit card," she says. I can hear the anger in her voice. "I did," I mumbled. "But, you did say that I could use. Ron Harris stood, unaware of the changes, which were still proceeding through his body. He gazed out over the wave pool, the large artificial beach with its white sand and blue water and seeming acres of female flesh concealed by the skimpiest of bikinis. Ron Harris smiled to himself as he contemplated having some of these beauties serve his needs."Well?" The old woman had silently glided up beside him. "What do you think of my park?"Ron stood almost in awe. Behind the wave pool towered an.