Plus, Tiffany’s wicked smile had seemed to say 'Enjoy the Show.'So I resumed watching, lifting my body up and leaning forward even more, being caref...ul not to breathe on my brother’s neck. I couldn’t really see much, just the back of Tiffany’s head bouncing around as my brother, as she called it, ‘fucked her face.’ It didn’t really matter: I was watching them having sex! The sounds and even the smells were really exciting, but just the knowledge of what they were doing was best of all! After a. .you know.''Good, I need to...you know, too. Meet you back here when you're done.'Amy headed for the girl's locker rooms and once again found herself on the end of a long line. She didn't mind that so much, after almost 2 months as a girl it was almost the norm, it was the fact that she found Belinda French standing behind her. As Stuart, Amy had pretty well ignored Belinda even though she had told a friend of a friend that she kind of liked him. Belinda was bad news. Sure, she was pretty but. Cause she’s hot as fuck, that’s why. And she was hot as fuck. She was about 5’4, 120 pounds, blonde with short hair. Sarah was a cheerleader and model when she was younger and you could definitely tell. She worked out often and watched her diet; so that even though she was 46 she honest to god looked to be in her mid to even early thirties. She had large breasts, long muscular legs, a tight cute ass, tanned body, and brilliant, flirtatious blue eyes that could make even a gay man hard. “But. He’d get me in his truck. OK, he always knew what he was doing.I had to wait a little while after the call so I wandered around the sleepy village. After ten minutes I’d thoroughly explored it and was sitting on the store porch sipping on a cold beer when I saw the same ancient Ford truck he’d had at work throwing up dust. He never replaced anything that could be fixed and he swore by that ‘51 with a flathead V8.He’d brought along a granddaughter who helped put my things in the truck bed. The.