Heaven knows the staff I have should be able to sort their week out without me holding their hands all the time”I could hear a lot of questions bein... asked on the phone, well I could hear the answers anyway, and those girls were naturally very interested, mother was with a man, we want all the gruesome details. I could hear many of the details being filled in, not too many, but enough to cause me some minor embarrassment.We decided to go out to the local pub for supper, nothing gourmet but very. ” I dipped two fingers deep to coat them in her juices and lifted them toward her face. “Taste yourself then.” I challenged. “I can,t do that!” she sniffed. “Why not? You swallow my cum and you know that tastes good. Your pussy tastes even nicer.” “How do you know?” I,ve eaten other pussies, but I bet yours tastes even nicer because so much juice floods out of yours.” Well if you want to do it then go ahead.” she sighed. “You can always stop me if you don,t like what I,m doing.” I promised her.. I lost count of the number of times that I shot a huge load into her vagina or across her tits. I liked missionary best because Hagar is an enthusiastic kisser, very wet with lots of tongue exploration, and I could nibble on her breasts to my hearts content. Side-ways I guess would be good if the woman was too fat, or so Hagar said. Doggy style was the most fun, leaning over her and playing with her tits and fingering her clit, when she came in this position her vagina clamped down on me a lot. I'd always assumed that it was simply a waitressing job, serving drinks to the customers in the bar. You see, as I shared my problems regarding men with her, she started to reveal her real self to me. She told me her problems as well. She told me how her father - a jeepney driver from Toledo - had died when she was very young, and to help her family she had started work as a housekeeper and by selling food from a roadside stall. Then, at 18, she got a job in a bar in in Cebu. She'd been told by.