Me: How?Mom: I think I can lose my blouse off too. I anyway have a bra inside.I was just dumbstruck. Did my mom volunteer to remove her blouse?Me: Gre...t idea, mom!Mom: Well, you are more than happy, aren’t you? (She said with a smile)I just blushed and kept quiet. She started to remove her blouse in front of me. It was nothing less than a striptease! She removed the first two hooks but struggled to remove the others.Mom: Ah! Honey, I unable to remove the other hooks. Can you please help me. She was three yearsolder than him and had always been able to get the better of him when itgot physical. Unlike Ash she took a bit more after their father who wasout of the picture.Her hair was raven black yet she had the same bright blue eyes as him andtheir mother. She was built more athletically, only an inch taller thanhim, but her shoulders were wider and where he had to stick to histraining schedule to maintain his muscle tone, building muscle seemed tocome natural for her, she could bulk. After few weeks she start really getting into him and into the life style, and inviting them over here and now it is getting out of control, first he is making her fuck all those other guys like the whole gang and second there is another like 7 or 8 girls who she met through those guys who also sleep with those guys mostly white girls few brown and some are even married, and i seen things here with my own eyes, and she tells me everything cuz we trust each other, but i feel bad for her bf who. She was wearing a typical little black dress that fit her like a second skin and way too much makeup. Her dress was short and she wore open strappy heels. She looked bored and went to her table. I watched in delight as she sat down carefully trying not to give a glimpse of her pantry area. I was intrigued.I made my way over to her table and sat down motioning the waiter to bring wine. I took two glasses and offered her one.“I can’t. I am not 21,” she said in a bored tone.“Oh. I thought you.