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    With a few mates I hang about in a bar down the Perimeter Rd. In the end I go to the Edelweiss with one of these mates, we’re hungry. He orders a dish of Swabian cheese pasta, supposed to be handmade, I order a chicken curry, which two of the service personnel have me confirm four times; westerners probably don’t usually eat Phil food here.

    My water arrives together with a glass with ice. I take a look into the glass, there’s something stuck at the top, something unidentifiable, yellow. I’m pissed off already, doesn’t matter though, I drink out of the can. The pasta arrives, a long dark hair on top. My mate fishes it out and hands it to the waiter, “For you,” “Oh, sorry,” he says. I ask him whether it’s his hair, he laughs. No, the hair is defiantly from a woman. After eating half of the pasta, which tastes terrible, only of butter and fat, my mate discovers a second hair.

    My curry is OK though, but for me it’s about the size of a starter.

    Probably the last time we will ever visit the Edelweiss.

    I’m feeling a little tired and return to my hotel, but not before having a two hour massage down the Teodoro Street. Thai, costs 600 and was pretty good. However, the place was pretty cold so I get them to give me their number, I’ll have them come to the hotel next time; I’ll regulate the temperature. A massage out of house will cost 350/h. There is no sex in this massage parlour (just behind the Ikarus), I chose it deliberately. Unfortunately, the two hours here only last 1 hour and 40 minutes, I complain but that’s all. Apart from that the girl was nice and good at her job too; I gave her 100 tip.

    I nip down to the 7/11, I need some water. On the way a squadron of “massages” hand me various cards with their names and numbers and on the back in handwriting the name of the masseuse. OK, I think, I’ll have a real good massage  today and have one come to my hotel. Actually I only phone the main office of one of these companies, I book a young very slim masseuse. OK. A slim but older woman turns up; she rushes into my room admiring it. I send her away even though she insists that she’s only 23, she wants to take the piss out of an old man. She was at least in her early to mid thirties.

    Another knock at the door a couple of minutes later, a 20 year old blond girl is standing there, I know her from the street. She tells me she’ll do a two hour oil massage, whether I really want that? OK, an hour will do – to be truthful I only really wanted sex. First of all I lie on the bed in boxer shorts, later on naked while she first of all, a little awkwardly, gives my back a bit of treatment, then my front. On asking she tells me she’s been doing this for a couple of months. After telling her a few times she removes her top and bra, a pair of magnificent tits with tractor valves appear, very nice. Surprisingly she doesn’t want to blow, only a hand job for 500.

    OK. I kneel down so she can give me a “shake” using lots of oil, in the end it’s my own, hers is empty. Good is something different but she does play around with my nuts with her other hand. I have to concentrate to shoot my load; I grope around on her tits. 800 changes hands before I send her home, or to her next customer. There’s no way I’m going to book her again, I’ll probably look for one down on the street and ask about any specials. This one could only do a hand job; no ring treatment to go with it though, has a sobering effect.

    Can’t find anything suitable down the church brothels at midday. I send P a text, met her recently down the Walking Street. She arrives at my room 30 minutes later. She’s looking really good in her hot pants. After showering I get her into bed and let her blow whilst I lie on my back. She’s very gentle and plays around with my nuts too. After about 20 minutes I pull her up and lie her down with her back towards me. I shove it in from behind, she’s soaking wet and moans as I slowly start to shag her.

    So, she’s now on her back, I’m able to massage her small tits with my right hand, I play around with her buttocks with my left and conduct her movement. There’s a loud slapping noise as we increase speed. The shag is great, especially with her enjoying it. I can’t hold it back for long though, with a loud moan I shoot my load inside her, loads of it, was great. I’m in love. She’s so sweet and somehow much more accessible and trusting than during the first time.

    I remain inside her for another couple or three minutes before my Tadalafil lob on starts to shrink threatening to slip out of the “flooded grotto”. She asks for tissues, I tell her they’re on the night table – “Oh, a lot,” she says, as she attempts to stop my “cream” dripping onto the bed. Giggling she runs to the bathroom with tissues pressed on her fanny and sits on the bog.

    I turn the short time into a long time but first of all send her away. I give her a bit of cash for the beauty salon. As agreed upon she’s stood at the door at eleven in the evening; completely tarted up and sweet looking. Although I’m not really hungry anymore we still nip down to the Margarita Station. Subsequently we return to my hotel where I get another hard-on whilst still on the staircase; this due to walking behind her groping her sweet little backside…

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    Published on September 29, 2016 · Filed under: Angeles City, Angeles City, Philippines, Philippines, Pictures;
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