I had eggs over easy with corn beef hash, OJ and coffee ... and no, hash is not a foreign dish in the Philippines, they love their corned beef hash. G... figure.Afterward we three pile into a taxi and head to Cubao. It's an hour drive and this time the game of chicken our taxi driver is playing had me hurtling out of the back seat, over the back of the front seat and toward the windshield before Ganda and Krissell grab enough of me to stop the impact of head on glass. The driver doesn't say. And since we were sensible honor students and I was from a God-fearing Catholic household and she was the one who might get pregnant and we were both less mature and more afraid than we’d ever want to admit anyhow, nothing had ever happened. Not up to that day in May. Oh, of course I’d thought about it. I’d thought about it a lot! It made me feel kind of guilty, since I respected her and loved her and she wasn’t one of those girls (and I wasn’t one of those guys), not the kind I thought about. Kalyani leaned in to pour some more on her pussy. The cool drink made Sharmila’s pussy scream with desire. Kalyani licked her way down to her pussy. She teased her clit with a finger and spread her legs gently. Kalyani leaned down and poured whisky onto Sharmila’s hot pussy already mixing with her juices she ran her tongue on her clit and began to finger Sharmila. Sharmila moaned out with great pleasure and Kalyani continued to lick her pussy frantically. As she did Lavanya brought out a Dildo. The brand name basically meant ‘Black sheep of the family’. Unfortunately or not, Memo, legal name of Guillermo Mendoza, was off to meet his soon-to-be ex-wife at the mediator.’s office. Today, they were finalizing their divorce. Memo had hard fallen for the chocolate sissy bitch that delivered his daughter. He called his faggot lover. “Hey, sexy,” he said to the demure five-foot-six pussyboi.“Hey, papi,” replied the tender supple voice belonging to Shay Coles. “How are you?”“I’m good, Putita,”.