"You're Kitty Barchester aen't you," the driver asked."Yes why?" she asked."Saw you on the telly," he said, "Nice ass!"Kitty decided that was a compli...ent and nearly resisted the temptation to push her hand down her trousers to ease a thumb into her sore cunt to ease the burning sensation.The driver watched in his mirror, "Heavy night eh?" he asked knowingly but he drove her home and even waited for her to open the door before he drove off. Kitty's father's house was in darkness when she. I eased her back and stayed on top of her, kissing her mouth. I moved down to her neck, and then her tits, as I slowly kissed my way down the front of her body. Eventually I reached the lower part of her stomach where I had to start moving her pajama bottoms to be able to kiss her underneath them. I pulled her pants down a tiny bit at a time. I slid my fingers and then my whole hand under her pajamas so that the sides of her butt were in each of my hands, and then the top of her legs, as I. No reason to hide what she must already know, that I'm a stripper.Fine, I'll remove it. Then maybe she can shut up and stop staring at me.Did her eyes just grow wide? Yes they did! But I thought she knew. I thought she could tell what I was already wearing. Well now she knows for sure. What other reasons could I have for wearing 5 inch heels, a micro skirt, and skin tight top? No doubt I just confirmed her suspicions of me.Should I put the coat back on? No, it doesn't matter anymore. I'm a. She had always lived a healthy lifestyle herself. She went to the gym or did pilates each day to maintain her figure. She put me on a detox program and made sure our double-door fridge was always stocked full of healthy sources of protein. She even whipped me up a green smoothie each morning and brought it into my room if I slept in late.So Mom became my number one cheerleader and nutritionist. And I certainly wasn’t complaining. Often, I’d be doing drills on the neatly trimmed stretch of lawn.