Over what? Hestood there, fists on hips, and I realised it wasn't a he, it was a she.She was well-built, a female bodybuilder, big."This is how I kno... about many of the drugs. Especially the hormones.I never really wanted to be a man, but male hormones really help createthe image, and that image has probably helped me get where I am today.Competitive, aggressive, all that masculine stuff. Anyway, your finalchance, Tony. If you can get it up, and get it into me, I'll stop whatI'm doing, and. “Oh wow,” said Zann audibly, looking up the other girl, who was maybe five-two, slight and stunning and had come to the mic at the front of the stage. She smiled down at us, wearing a guitar over a long, floaty dress that was a riot of colour in a striking pattern. Her hair was a big afro, but soft-looking somehow, and her sparkling eyes were slanted strongly upwards towards the outside of her face.“Hey,” her rich voice breathed into the mic, “you ready?”“I think SO,” said Zann, loudly enough. We carried the food inside set it on the table. During the walk inside, I noticed that Joe could not take his eyes off of Brandi’s legs. I had built a bar in the middle of the room which was open underneath so you could get your legs comfortable. There were four bar stools on each side. From any of the stools you could see one of the three big screen TVs. We all grabbed a plate of food and sat down at the bar. Brandi sat down to the left of Joe and I sat across from them. There wasn’t any. "Just making sure I can still get you hard again,Daddy." she chuckled. "Tease me will you? How about this?" she took her hands and spread her pussy apart. "I know what I want for a late night snack. Do you?"Her little show in the hotel lobby and the truck,was nothing compared to the one she put on at dinner. I had paid the bill and left a big tip,hoping to cover the cost of the waitresses embarassment,when I noticed as we were walking out of the restaraunts doors,Winter had walked around in.