I never touched her in a sexual way, and she never offered any services to me. We did, however, spend hours kissing and holding each other.While we we...e dating, I never brought Sharon near my house. My house was a zoo, and my family--step family mostly--were animals. I lived in a run-down suburban home with my mother, step-father, and four step brats, all boys ranging in age from ten to fifteen. My step-father, Bucky, drove a dump truck. Bucky treated me like a red-headed step child, though my. Amy and Margaret declined. The waitress sighed and sauntered back to the bar. Her tits barely bounced.“Margaret, what the hell is going on?” Amy whispered. “Why are we here?”Margaret was about to answer when she looked up to the dancer who was leaving the stage and coming toward their table, still stark naked. As she slid into the booth, another girl approached the pole and shed her clothes.Amy openly starred at the girl’s shaved and open pussy. “Welcome to the Chat Rouge,” the naked girl said. I would fall asleep some times thinking and dreaming of it, but if ever this fantasy looked like it might became something more real, I just backed away from it altogether, scared of what might happen later on. Before I tell you what that fantasy is though, Id like you to now a little more about me. Im 31 years old and Im in a committed relationship with my girlfriend of three years. We are adventurous in the bedroom and all, but if there is one of us who is more risqué, and daring, it is. Different. I can't explain it, Rose, and look at me! I'mcrying like a child and you..." Me?" Rose asked. "Did I hurt you somehow, baby? I'm sorry, if I did.I didn't mean to." No, you didn't... it's just... Rose, I like you... I mean... youknow what I mean... and you don't even see me as a guy. To you, I'mjust a little girl. A little sister." Oh, honey, that's just not so." She continued patting him, consolinghim as if he were a child. "I know you're a boy. I think you're avery wonderful guy to.