I looked at him like his head fell off of his shoulder, as Angela and Larry grabbed the cans from his hand willingly, accompanied by a couple 'Thank Y...u's.'"Steve, you know I don't drink." I said."Not because you don't like the flavor or the feeling, but more that you don't know what it tastes like." Yeah, but that's beside the point." I argued. "Try it Anne, and if you don't like it, I'm sure Angela or Larry won't be upset in taking it off of your hands."I grabbed the cracked can, and brought. “Hey, it's Joe Isn’t it, I’m Catherine, please come in. I followed her through the door and took my shoes off. She had brown hair that went down to her shoulders, and green eyes that matched her v-neck t-shirt. She was wearing thick black leggings. She gave me a tour of the house, as we walked round I told her about my work, she showed me round the kitchen and we made our way upstairs to my bedroom, it was small but homely, a pillow lay out of place on the floor, she picked it up and placed it. I had already gotten into the outfit I wanted; a black sheer bustier with straps, black stockings and panties and my black ankle strap stiletto's. I had told Calvin to have Marci dress for the occasion and she was decked out in a sexy white outfit under her coat. She had white stockings and heels to go along with her white bustier and a great set of tits, firm and round with nice protruding nipples. I had Marci take off her coat and sit in the lounge chair while Calvin and I took over the sofa.. I'm also not that short. Some might call me "normal".But really, I'm anything but.I'm also blonde. I'm also skinny. I'm mainly blonde. All over. That's right. Even my pubic hairs are blonde. Sometimes I dye them brown though so I can fit in better. Then there's you. You're not that tall. You're also not that short. Sike! You're a dwarf. You're so short. And you're not skinny. You're one of those stout folks who looks like a football come to life. An American football. But don't fret. As I said.