It's like her identity got replaced As I stared at her chocolate round ass with a haze. She dropped down low sexily on stage. She looked back for a se...ond. Our eyes met, recognizing me. Her friendly eyes were exactly the same as I remembered. I never would’ve thought she would be a stripper. Even though the signs were already there. I just didn't see it.We met in our sophomore year in high school. We would eventually have a number of classes together in the years I would know her. She was what. .. gladly!At least Kurt is oldest. I am lower than middle. I will say this: sisters keep a guy humble! I learned quickly about sarcasm and evil innuendo. Oh yeah, sisters can take the starch right out of a guy. Stand in front of a mirror, admiring the James Dean look you worked so hard to perfect, and you hear a sweet melodious voice in your ear, "You have a pimple." Deflated, destroyed, shot down and egoless! Adversity, thy name is sister!!I have triumphed over adversity. By the time I. None of them knew that Iwould not be returning as the shampoo girl anymore.I went home and took in the mail. I saw the boutique's mailing and putit on the kitchen table. I waited for my wife to come home and see thepictures. I was proud of all the one's I was alone it. However, the onewith me in a negligee concerned me because I looked like I was staringat the male model lustfully.I heard my wife pull up and enter the home. I greeted her in thehallway. My wife looked at me with terror in her. Once I found it I only had to flick my tongue against it a few times when she sat up straight grabbed my head and pressed down hard as her body went rigid. She moaned loudly as she came and pressed her hard swollen clit firmly against my chin. A few moments after she came she leaned forward again and raised her pussy off my face; I was gasping for air and didn’t realized how long it had been since I taken a single breath. Kathy got up and stood.