(remove your shirt so we can start). "kailanagan po ba yun?) I asked. (do I reely need to do it?)"ay syempre, puta naman, pano kita hihilutin ng my d...mit, sige na hubad na, marami nakong nakitang ganyan wag ka na mahiya" mag Nardo replied. (ofcourse, how can we start with you cloths on, go on, take it off, I have seen many of that thing so don't be shy)So I took off my shirt.To my surprise, Mang Nardo asked me to remove my bra "yang bra, hubarin mo rin para walang istorbo" (your bra, took it. We loved to run through the trees until exhausted. Then we’d hunker down and hug while gasping for air.Our hearts beating against each other; my hands fondling his loins. His cock snuggled in its sheath, seemed to have a life of its own; sometimes peeping out provocatively; causing my snatch to squeeze and juice with desire!Then that summer Uncle Brad had come to live with us!What Brad had meant to mother was a mystery to me at the time but surprisingly I’d found Brad quite fun around the. ”“Mom! You’re kidding!”“No, it’s true. You should know these things now that you’re grown up.” Grown up? I was 43. It seemed like I could have been told about this sometime in the past 20 years. “We got off the boat without even having a proper visa. We were just tourists on a year-long trip to see the continent like American youths went to Europe. American teens headed for Amsterdam for the drugs. We headed for San Francisco.”“What happened?”“We met a nice couple, a little older than us, who. “I hope you can come up with a better long-term plan, because I have a feeling you haven’t heard the last of her,” she replied.“I think you’re right. So, has she completely killed the mood?” he wondered with a smile.“Well, I don’t know that she killed it. She’s definitely put a damper on it. Maybe we can go inside and have a drink,” she suggested.“Do you want me to put something on?” Roger asked.Jessica bit her lip as she considered his question.After a moment, she answered, “No, I only put my.