Turning round, she dropped her glass, the taller of the delivery guys had come back in and was standing watching her. He had removed his overall top a...d tied its arms around his waist exposing a muscular torso and narrow waist, apologising for startlingly her he walked over and bent down to pick up the bigger pieces of glass. Telling him to stop, he insisted as he told her he liked the view from down here, reaching over to get the glass from his hand Wendy moved closer, the guy reached up and. She appeared to be wearing a long white dress and there was something familiar about her.“Can I help you?” he said in a stern voice.She swung round alarmed at his voice, “Oh, I did knock but there was no reply. I thought you must have been at breakfast! I only need to change my clothes.”Robert broke in “Are you sure you have the right room madam?”“Yes of course I am,” she frowned “Didn’t they tell you?”“Tell me what?”“That I’d...” She stopped as a sudden thought had occurred to her and her face. I call it the junkshop.I'm in love with the junkshop girl. She's not the owner, so strictly speakingshe's not the junkshop girl, either. Sometimes I'll go by and I'll see theowner there, a squat older woman from some Southeast Asian country, and I'llpass by, avoiding her forbidding scowl.But other times I'll be about to pass by the window of the junkshop and I'lljust know my girl is there. Maybe I've subconsciously glimpsed her in one ofthe tarnished tablespoons in the window, or maybe her. George hadn’t been lying when he’d said the girl was sporty and fit. She was wonderfully lithe with perfectly muscled thighs and a pair of perky little tits that he’d have loved to have gotten his hands on?lovely smooth skin too and she obviously sunbathed topless...and her nipples were sticking out like thorns! Brian, at seventy three, was the oldest of the group of friends but even he was finding that the afternoon’s entertainment was filling his underwear with a reassuring stiffness! The.