Somehow We Avoided The Fate Of My Sister

By the time we were teens the gangs had moved in. My older sister was typical, hooked she became a prostitute for her habit. The woman that owned the beauty parlor took me in to learn how to do hair. She snuggled me in her bed, changed me to the church school, kept on eye on my grades. While my sister was out turning tricks for her pimp I was snuggled in with her.

I finished high school and worked at the beauty parlor. A girl came to work and I wasn't able to resist her and cheated with her. I lost my place and I left to work at a beauty parlor near the mall. I joined a gym to get rid of what was left of my baby fat. I got firm, in shape. A girl at the gym offered to clean my up, and after a work session with her I walked out without a pube on me. I liked my new look and she knew a man who could put me on the internet.

I lived with another girl from high school and together we had a show of our life together, lots of showers, dressing, and undressing, and lots of lovemaking. We had a following, primarily from the Middle East where they like western girls. We were making more money than we spent and had saved enough money for a house.

We bought a house far away from the neighborhood we grew up in. I opened a beauty parlor and she got a job and we got married. We were young in years but not in experience. From time to time we go back and look at tapes of our life on the internet. Hard to believe we made love in front of thousands. We were barely out of our teens.