I received request to follow-up my recollection of events from the post.

Two weeks later, my sister (let's call her Carol) asked if I would be a designated driver for her and her friend as they wanted to go to a male strip club on Friday.

I said sure and asked who she was going with. Carol hesitated, then responded, "You knew, the one who joined us two weeks ago." suddenly, I found myself drawing a blank for a brief moment and then realized that I had forgotten I never knew her friend's name. I asked Sis for her name and was surprised she kept it a secret

That Friday evening, I went to pick up the girls, and when I arrived at Carol's place, I noticed they had already started their evening with a couple of drinks. I could tell they were planning a wild night by how they dressed.

Carol wore a white, short-sleeved shirt and a red skirt. The shirt was so thin it was semi-transparent, and I could see she didn't wear a bra. She was fuken hot.

Looking at the friend next, I noticed she was dressed similarly, with some exceptions. Her shirt was not as transparent, so she tied it into a knot at the bottom, reviling her belly. And her skirt was black but much shorter. I found her sexy as well. . Wanting to know her name, I approached her and said hi, it's nice seeing you again. She responded likewise and smiled. I pretended I had forgotten her name and asked if she could remind me. Looking at me, she smiled again, said soon, turned back to Carol, grabbed her drink, and giggled.

The mistery intreged me. Why won't she tell me her name? What was the big secret? I was now more determined than ever to find out.

Let me say that I have never been to a male strip club before, and it is nothing like the ones I was used to. There were women of all ages, with many of them acting wild, loud and horny, and two of them were sitting next to me.

We were in the bar for maybe 45 minutes, and the girls were getting into it. I could not believe what was about to happen next. The friend called this tall hunk with a rock-hard body over and asked him to dance. The guy was black, had a six-pack abs, and wore a leopard-skin bikini. I must admit, I checked him out and was amazed at his bikini's bulge size. It looked like he stuffed it with his socks. So, as he was about to start, the friend pointed to my sister and told him the dance was for her.

During the dance, Sis looked goggle-eyed, having his package in front of her face. At the same time, I noticed the friend was watching as well. Then I suddenly felt her hand on my dick. I was not expecting anything like that, so I was caught off guard and briefly jumped. She noticed my reaction, looked over at me and once again smiled.

To make a long evening shorter, let me say that the girls had many dancers that night, and she kept my dick hard with repeated rubbing over my shorts.

As we left the club, the friend asked my sister if she could sit up front; Carol agreed and jumped in the back. Then during the drive, the friend reached over to my shorts once again, this time unzipping me and pulling my cock out. She then removed her safety belt, lay down and began blowing me.

Watching where I was driving was difficult as I was in ecstasy, being hard for so long. I'm not sure how long I lasted, but I recall finally ejaculating in her mouth. She then sat up, wiped her face and no one spoke for the rest of the way home.

Then, when we arrived back at Carol's place, the friend looked at me and finally agreed to tell me her name. She said he name was (okay, I cannot use her real name, so let's call her Jane), and then she repeated it, Jane (last name).

I thought momentarily and recalled that I'd heard that name before, but I could not remember where. At that moment, Carol, lying on the sofa, shouted; she had grown up in the same neighbourhood we lived in.

I finally realized who she was; we used to roleplay Doctor patient or Husband and Wife in her family's basement. And sometimes, my sister joined in, pretending to be a relative or a nurse. I was amazed since I hadn't seen or heard from her for many years since her family moved.

To conclude, we have not dated since that night; however, we continue to be friends and occasionally all get together for some foreplay.