I work from home a lot, and working from home, from Donegal was ideal sometimes.There was a knock at the door. Standing there was the most beautiful d...rk haired woman with an Irish Wolfhound for company.“Can I use you phone? I’ve broken down and my mobile has no reception”Even if she had been ugly as sin, the dog would have got her in, it was lovely (and friendly). Even if she hadn’t had the dog, those swaying hips, and prominent chest, would have got her over the threshold.“I saw your bike in. He paid particular attention to his peripheral vision. Often, enemies invisible when looked at directly, could be seen with peripheral vision. Allen assumed the skill was a survival trait humans had evolved from their hunter-gatherer days that said, 'Hey dummy! Pay attention!' A shadow on his left moved, or seemed to move. He moved his head slightly trying to get a fix on what had changed. Finally, he looked directly at the spot where he thought he had seen movement.There was nothing. A bare. I turned to Amber and asked, “Were you serious about joining us for a threesome.” “Oh hell yeah,” she responded. “I’d love to spend more time exploring your body and fulfilling your fantasies, and after tasting Steve’s cock, I want to see how well he fucks and swallow his cum myself.” “Can you come home with us now?” I asked. “I need to formally close up the shop, but then I am ready to go,” she responded. Amber hastily rang up my purchases as Steve played with my tits and rubbed my pussy. I. My thighs look fine.’ ‘No, they don’t. They’re chubby and bulgy. And look at your knees! Your kneecaps are just a dent in your fat legs.’ Janice stared at her reflection, her mouth drying up. Her reflection was, of course, perfect. Not a hint of fat any where. ‘You’re lying.’ ‘I’m lying? I’m lying?’ Her reflection was nearly apoplectic with rage. ‘I’m the only friend you have, remember? You don’t want to piss me off, Janice. You piss me off and you’ll be all alone, like you were before.’ Janice.