What? Oh. I hated what I was going to enter next. When he's ticked at me, he calls me BroomHilda, like that witch in the Sunday comics. It worked. I'm...really gonna knock him on his ass.In case you missed the memo, my brother and I are not at all alike. I'm a good-looking, willowy blonde. He's a dark-haired dork. All right. To be fair, he's not ugly or anything. He's just not going to be on the cover of GQ or anything. Now if there's a magazine called IQ, he might make it. I'm not dumb. I just. It was almost like she was masturbating as she went through some wild gyrations. I was entranced by her dance and also the sheer eroticism of it. I think I will remember her dance whenever I hear the song she was dancing to. I had a good view, being a bit on the tall side. I felt someone grab my arm and heard Angie. I didn’t look at her, I couldn’t take my eyes from the dancer.“She’s who I wanted you to see, isn’t she un-fucking-believable?”I could only nod. If I had looked at Angie, I would. "You were wonderful, darling," Daniel said as he removed her blindfold. He could not get over how beautiful she looked, his little captive. "So beautiful, in fact, that I don't think I'm ever going to let you go." He saw the worry in her eyes. One night was all she had promised to give him. She still did not understand - Daniel wasn't given anything. What he wanted, he took. He pulled away from her and let her legs fall back to the ground. From his bag, he pulled out a small case, and from that. Their synthesizers can replicate anything I find in my size!" She tapped her chest. "Even here!" Aside from her height, the other "gift" of the futanari was in the dairy department. All futanari were, shall we say, top heavy. A few mono-sexed females could sport the larger chest sizes, but it was extremely rare for them to carry off being a double "F" with no hint of sagging the way Libby did. The girls rode high and proud, making it look as if she were smuggling two beach balls under the.