Us muth marne m kitna ghada or kitna jyada maaal aaaj mere lund se nikla tha uff or fir fresh hokar bahar aaya to didi ne mujhe towel dete hue kaha ra... meri bat ka bura lag gaya tha kya tujhe main ek dam se ghabra gaya sochne laga ab fir daant padegi mujhe or didi ne kanhi phone karke ghar to nahin bata diya h ye sab soch hi rha tha ki didi ne fir se itna kya bura laga ki tu bina khana khaye so gaya or teri harkatain bhi to aisi hi daant to padni hi thi tujhe tujhse kisne kaha tha tu itne daabe. They followed her and often attended those parties my parents threw. I couldn't understand why those sluts seemed to worship her. Perhaps it takes one to know one. I played perhaps my best game of the season that night. I had scored 4 times. One was a 98-yard kick-off return. We won and the coach even gave me the game ball.My mother was in her car waiting for me after the game. After showering I dressed and went to her car. As I entered the car I asked her where Patty was. Mom told me my father. Each stripper had her own profile with pictures and a list of special skills. There were almost a hundred women to choose from and all of them were beautiful. Unfortunately, I had to pick just two. Fortunately, Lexxis parents were quite wealthy and the stripper budget was unlimited. I may not believe in marriage, but I had been given a job and I was going to do everything in my power to provide the best entertainment possible. That meant holding auditions. So I picked the five hottest strippers. Each of them had on white wife-beaters, and, if they ever had their shirts off, you’d see the Nazi swastika on their abs. Jacky himself had an additional swastika and this one was smaller and tattooed onto his right shoulder. ‘Cole, what happened to your face?’ Jacky quickly rose from the couch. ‘It’s nothing.’ I lied. ‘It doesn’t look like nothing.’ ‘Jacky, I’m fine.’ I turned away. ‘Cole, turn around.’ He said. I did as he commanded and turned to face him, and when I did, Jacky leaned his.