As we walked into the club i heard a voice yell out, "Jon, Jessica! over here!" it was Mandy, my favorite stripper that had grown to be a close friend... i smiled and took my sister by the hand and led her over to her. Mandy hugged me, and i felt the pressure of her large breasts against my face like always. Mandy was just so much taller than me. "Mandy, this is my sister, Ronda." the shook hands, and that's when i noticed, that my sister, could have nearly been an identical twin to Mandy,. 00 so I went to check it out. The owner was an older gentleman. He looked like a biker. Bald, tattoos, leather pants, leather vest with his bike club on the back. He was a really nice guy and offered to teach me how to ride it. I agreed, paid him the money, he signed over the title and he told me to get on the bike. To my surprise he climbed on behind me. He showed me what I needed to do and off we went. We cruised around the local neighborhood for a while and he suggested we stop at a store so. Most of the guys are now checking us both out, and the bois start grinning mostly watching Dustin. I start running my fingertips up and down my treasure trail, right in the center of my abs. I turn my head to the left, and take a deep slow whiff of my ripe stinkin pits. I let out a soft groan, then turn to the right, and flash a big shit-eatin grin at my lil bro.“Got any cowboy in ya”? That was all it took---like a rocket, Dustin bolts across the room, screaming like a banshee, 'ahhhhhhh', and. "No, silly, lion trainers don't use words, use this," she said, putting the whip in my hand."How?" I said. "Won't it hurt?" No, silly, it's a fake whip. It makes a loud noise but doesn't hurt. See?" she said, grabbing it out of my hand and slapping it violently across my stomach. I screamed when I heard the loud crack, but then realized that despite the scary sound, it didn't feel like more than a light slap on the back of your hand. "Now you try," Steph said to me.I gave her one across the.