Derek was an IT specialist. He worked for a small company, in a littleoffice suite in a suburb. He was mostly content with his lot in life. Hehad only... one wish. That wish was about to come true tonight, but itwouldn't be Santa who brought him his presents. It would be someone...hotter. He felt an ache in his loins. He gently rubbed the bulge in hisjeans with one hand as he pulled into the parking lot. He got out quicklyand retrieved his accessories from the trunk of the car.Derek walked into. As he walked across the showroom floor, she was just easing herself out of the low, hard-top sports car, giving Tim a perfect view of her lovely long legs, the hem of her thin summer dress hitched halfway up her smooth shapely thighs. She was tall for a woman, a good three inches taller than Tim’s five-foot-six, of slender build, with wavy multi-shade blond hair flowing down to her shoulders. The height of tall women had never worried Tim; being the runt of his parents’ litter, he had been. She smiled. The man was happy, so she did what is required of her with all males- She thought, serve and service any & all males and make them happy then men will like her.The man took Doris back into the bar area and walked her to the back room of the bar where they had pool tables located and she saw the three men she saw earlier at the bar. All 3 of them were her stepfather’s age. ‘Doris theses 3 men are friends of mine, before we leave, you need to take care of their needs understand. I didn’t know why Nadine thought I needed all this background on her new boyfriend and his sister.Kim’s photograph showed that she was a heavy set girl, somewhere in her late twenties. She was by no means fat, but as my mother used to say ‘she’s got meat on her bones’. I thought she looked a good few years younger than Nadine, who’s age I still wasn’t sure about, but the picture gave no hint when it was taken.As agreed, we met up at the ‘Cat & Fiddle’ pub, on the notorious A537 Buxton to.