Sabrina was summoned and returned moments later with a beer.Sabrina was summoned and returned moments later with a beer. I asked what her mother was preparing -- it smelled good -- and she said, "Oh, the usual." Was it some kind of Filipino dish? At that, Sabrina laughed and scampered back into the kitchen. Moments later, I heard Livinia's laughter joining her daughter's. I was summoned to the scarred old dining table and the unusual Filipino dish was brought out: Tuna fish casserole. This time I laughed. For such petite, wiry folks, the two of them consumed a lot of food. I felt like something was wrong with me, as I'd barely eaten half as much as either of them. I protested that it tasted fine, but I just didn't eat much that late. Sometime during dinner, I finished my beer and Sabrina brought another for me. Livinia was just finishing hers. Sabrina cleared the table and Livinia and I settled into the living room for a little chat before I started the trek home. Sabrina peeked in to say good night, that her chores were finished and she was grateful for the homework help. Livinia and I talked about how living in Brooklyn was different from her life in the Philippines and at one point, she said, "I like it here, but I am sometimes lonely for my pamily." "Your what?" She blushed. "My p-pamily?" I let it pass. "I suppose you would be -- " "My accent is still so strong. I wish I could speak better." I tried to show her how to make the F and V sounds but it was unusual for her lips. Finally, I leaned across the battered coffee table and pressed her lush, soft lower lip back and in with my finger. "Family," I said. "Family," she repeated and her eyes grew wide. I took my finger away. "You try it." She did, finger and all. Then she giggled. And blushed. "What's the matter?" "I can not do that in front of a man alone here," she said. "it could make ideas." Her nipples were hard. I kept my face straight while my cock matched her nipples. |