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I'm a retired Filipino seaman in my early 50s. I used to work in a Norwegian tanker ship for three decades. I go by the name of Tony, an alias of course. I have a beautiful wife and let's just call her Regina. She is a petite woman in her late 30s and still looks as youthful as the first time we met more than a decade ago. It's like her signs of aging has stopped at 23. What I liked about my wife was that she meticulously looks after her appearance very well. Ergo, she took pride in her look similar to those women who also knew they were beautiful. Aside from that, she has this youthful vigor...and a pleasant radiance in her pretty face that compliments her flawless milky white skin. On the contrary, my skin color was like that of a brown coffee. Regina wasn't into fair skin dudes because she finds tanned/brown-skinned guys very masculine. For her, it was the color of masculinity. Makes sense to me why most caucasian guys love to hit the beaches to have their tans.
Prior to my retirement working in the sea, we bought a six-story apartment near the Manila Airport in Pasay. My wife was right, it was indeed a wise investment from using a large portion of our life savings after all. The regular income we get from the rent was more than enough for our kind of lavish lifestyle. My wife was also good at saving money despite our spendings and from how things are running, it would only take a few years for our investments to return.
It's just a sad fact that we...
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Curt drove the 36″ wide mower up the ramp on onto the trailer attached to the back of his pickup truck. He cut the engine and wiped the sweat from his face with a clean rag. He couldn’t remember when it was so damned hot. He tipped his hat back on his head and took the pruning sheers and weed wacker out of the back. He still had at least another hour of work before he was done here, and he was out of water. Fifteen minutes later, he’d had it. He went to the back door of the main house and rang the bell. He’d seen servants around the house before and only hoped that someone was home today.
The door opened; he felt the cool rush of air conditioning blast his face, chest, and legs. The breeze was soothing and he hoped that he would be invited in while someone got him a glass of water. It was the young Filipino woman with mocha skin who answered the door that made him hot again. She was slender, but filled out her fitted uniform in all the right places. She had deep brown almond-shaped eyes and wore the slighted bit of makeup. Her shoes were sensible and black; her skirt was much shorter than was practical. Her smile was bright and wide and inviting.
“May I help you?” she asked.
“I’m Curt, the lawn guy, and I was hoping that you might be able to get me a glass of water. It’s hot out here.” He could barely control his cock; his dirty mind raced. Curt imagined him getting her alone in the cabana, bending her over the back o...