I had a job in a factory, and we lived in a sort of ghetto apartment complex. Sherlyn was hot and a lot of guys looked at her, some of them right in f...ont of me. Sometime she would tell me stories about men who had hit on her that day. She told me that in The Philippines it's not unusual for a married woman to have another man - a boyfriend. Outwardly I was outraged when I heard this! She said it like it was nothing! And a lot of the Pinay girls that Sherlyn knew were married to Caucasian men,. By the each woman fully understood the other, a full hour had passed in which they had been neither eating nor walking. The humor they found in the situation was perhaps more out of a sense that even the simplest ideas had at first seemed impossible to express - even with Anna's keen grasp of the language - than it was out of anything truly amusing. Still, it was the first real experience they had shared, and that made it seem special."No, silly. Break-fast can wait until lunch." The idea of. Four buttons, then a simple parting of the wrists to lift and open. What treasure. 'God, your beautiful,' I gasped, as I took in her firm brown breasts and the nipples already pleading with me for attention. Her nipples were purple, the colour of ripe figs. She still said nothing, as I leant forward and gently kissed first one and then the other, then more forcefully nibbling at one and fondling the other, then changing. Then a gentle kiss on the lips, and then a firmer kiss, and a first timid. I raised my leg high over the arm of the couch and raised the other onto the footstool. I then pushed my pussy against Ruth face; she met the challenge by sucking my pussy lips into her mouth and teasing them. My fingers found my erect nipples and lovingly tweaked them. I closed my eyes and slowly began to relax as I became more comfortable with the whole thing. The softness of Ruth’s face felt different than any man who’d been there before her, and being a woman maybe her technique was more.