A Man Is Willing To Change If He Has A Reason Why

Leaving the correctional facility, my home for seven years, I was picked up by my older brother. On the way home he asked me if I was up for a beer. Why ask? why weren't we there. Over a beer he asked if I wanted to get laid.

He had made arrangements with a seventeen year old stripper. Money talks. She was an experienced whore, but she knew I had just left seven years in the penitentiary. She took her time, gave me a private floor show, let me see and touch, bent over and knelt to suck my dick. She got me to respond, she took her time giving me a body rub with her tits and mound.

When I was ready again she took her position, 'come here, fuck me all you want. After a long afternoon in that motel room my brother showed up. We rode to Mom's house to meatloaf and mashed potatoes, ice tea for drink. That night I slept in a real bed.

A knock on the door that young girl walked in, 'do you want a hug'.

My mother kept her thoughts to herself, the young girl hung around. I told my brother I needed a job, and went to work at the fertilizer plant. When I got home that young girl was there, dressed up nice, her hair and nails done. She had on an apron, and smiled at my Mom. The following week I married her.

Twenty five years have gone by, a couple of kids along the way. My brother picked good.