I knew that I was the tougher and slightlystronger of us,I always thought that brunettes are sexier and tougher thanblondes when totally evenly matche... and I was shocked when I knew I lost andhad nothing left after our savage dirty catfight style fight. Now I have totell the whole story. I kept it secret for three years but I have to get itout. Read "My Blonde Experience" and this takes place three monthslater. I had to swallow my pride for taking ahorrible beating at the hands of this cute. I feel a tear trickle from my left eye down my cheek. I stand there not making a sound as im groped by my own brother, not that he had any choice. “ that’s a good man Ellis” my grandfather says with more humour in his voice than I had heard in years. My humiliation was feeding him, igniting something deep within him. My brother’s hands fall away after what feels like an eternity. In reality, only half a minute or so had passes since his hands had made contact with me over my t-shirt. Ellis. Nikki wrapped her arms around my legs and placed her hands on each ass check. She began kneading my ass, inching closer to my private orifice. I began to tense up. I didn't know exactly what she thought she was going to do and I've never had anyone play with my ass before. This was all new to me, but I let her continue doing what she had in mind. Next thing I know, her hands are spreading my cheeks. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked as I pulled out from her mouth and took a couple steps. ...."Cassie continued rambling and Sierra smiled softly loving the lilting quality of her friend's voice. 'Why, I think she is nervous about something.'She thought to herself. She always rambled when embarrassed or nervous.Stepping into the living room Sierra and Cassie were surrounded at once by all the friends they had sharedduring the years, Sara and her husband Jeff who ran the Floral shop on main street, Peggy and her daughter Annewho were the only hair stylists in their small town. Steven.