Stability is a blessing.
These sixteen days have been amazing. It is everything I had hoped to find and have. We have yet to find a place to move, though Susan's aunt told Susan about a place yesterday that is more than we need, at eight bedrooms, four CR's and two Salas, and more. It is supposedly in good shape, plus the rent is reasonable. It is a little out of town. That might be an issue.
It seems the place was built by a German for his wife. The guy has died and it is too much for the wife to keep up. She has moved in with relatives and wants the rental income. Susan's aunt says the woman is asking ₱11,000 but she thinks we can get it for ₱10,000.
We will look at it this afternoon. I need to leave by ferry tomorrow to travel to a Bureau of Immigration office. I will get an extended tourist visa. I can't get the application for a SRRV (retirement) visa there. That will happen in Manila.
In the last week I have retained the services of a local attorney. He may not be the best crack legal eagle but he is local and by reputation, he is honest. I called him late yesterday afternoon about the place we will look at this afternoon. He told me something interesting. He knows the property as he handled it following the death of the German. The title to the land is clean and in the widow's sole name. The house is owned by the widow alone as well. I have told him about my interest in leasing land and sinking money into an existing house on that land as my SRRV financial surety.
The attorney tells me that if I really like the house, I might be able to do the long term lease on the land with the lady and buy the house outright. That would reduce the time needed to resolve the process for me and get me settled quickly. Since I already have my girls, it is no longer wait and see. Veni, vidi, and I succeeded.
I ask the attorney how much he thought she might want for it. When he tells me I just about fall out of my chair. Hell I can afford to buy the thing outright, right now. If that is close to what she wants, and if it is what I want, this just might work.
Susan is at the bakery, covering for her Aunt.
Karen is back in school. She had been gone for a couple of days while we first got together but both Susan and I insisted she return to her classes. She was not really resistant as much as she didn't want to be away from me for some damned reason.
Now that Jenny is not taking care of the two boys, who seem to be just fine without her, she has started selling cosmetics door to hut. It's not a huge income but, it is hers and she is happy to be busy and not worrying about rice being on the table. She also helps Elvie at night.
So at the moment, only Elvie is here with me and she hums as she waxes the floor with a real bar of wax, not some concoction out of a can promising a better shine or whatever.
Earlier she did the washing in a large wash tub with a bar of Tide soap. I am just thinking of all the things you just don't see in the States. Somewhere on these islands is the guy who wrote those stories. He is seeing what I am seeing. It will never happen but, I wish I could just sit on the terrace with him, drink a cold beer and shoot the shit. Wouldn't that be cool? Ain't going to happen but, it sure would be sweet.
Anyway, Elvie has lunch ready. She says it is tanghon1. It's tasty and works for me. Susan returns and is offered some but, she says she is busog2. She has a bag of cheese rolls with her. I am close to really busog myself but try one. They are pretty damn good.
I am telling Elvie and Susan what the lawyer told me when Jenny walks in and wants me to start from the beginning. Susan cuts her off and I gather gives her an abbreviated Ilonggo version. When they are all caught up, I finish what I am telling them and Jenny announces, I need a brandy!
Jenny? I have not seen you drink. Why now?
Remember I tell you I dream of living in a house like this but never think it will happen?
Yeh, OK.
I never even dream I will live like a wealthy woman in a mansion! I am a simple Filipina. We all are. You make us something else. I need a drink!
Not before we look at the house. Not before we make a decision. We have a saying in the US. 'Don't count your chickens before they are hatched.'
OK. Too soon. Sige, sige.
Half an hour later, I hire a van driver to take us to the property. It is normally accessed by jeepney3 if personal transportation is not available. But I don't want to wait in both directions for hours for jeepneys. If we get this place we will need a car and maybe a motorcycle.
It takes only fifteen minutes to get there but, that may mean transporting Karen to and from school every day. The house itself is German modern design circa 1980's. Lots of glass, straight lines, and to my tastes, totally cool. The rooms are large by what I gather are Filipino standards. The countertops are a bit higher than my girls are comfortable with but they work for me. They can use stools I guess.
There is a swimming pool but it is empty and I have no idea if it is serviceable. There is a carport good for two cars. Water is by a pump which needs to be replaced from what I can tell. There is no generator and we want one being so far out of town.
Still, I am falling in love with the place. It sits on a hilly two thousand square meters which I gather is about half an acre.
I ask Susan to ask the woman about selling. The woman is thinking we are asking her to hold a mortgage and is refusing. Susan tells her it will be a cash purchase. OK, that gets her attention. Yes she will consider it. Susan gives her a number well below what the attorney thinks she will take for a direct sale. She wants to haggle but, Susan throws up her hands and tells the woman she is not interested in a higher price. Then Susan walks away. The woman seems to think about it for half a minute and walks up to Susan. They are talking.
Susan has broken out the property price from the price of the house. It is a smart strategy. The land cannot be farmed except for fruit trees. But there is really not enough land for that. Nor can it easily be subdivided for smaller lots. So the value is less according to Susan. It seems the woman is acknowledging that. They agree the land is worth no more than ₱125 a square meter, or a total of ₱250,000 (approx. $5,500.00).
And then Susan starts in on the house. It's too big. Who needs a house this big? It isn't a hotel! So what is the need? Who will pay for such a house? And the taxes will be too high. Yeh, I can see that Susan has hit another sore point. The woman is struggling with the taxes. The well, Susan complains, needs a new pump. Maybe the well is no good and a new one will have to be drilled! How can she rent a house with no well and no town water? Maybe this is OK with a Bahay Kubo4 but not a house like this! OK. Yes, this is correct. She cannot afford to pay the taxes or fix the well. No one wants to purchase such a big house. Yes, she will be happy to take ₱3,000,000 (approx. $65,300.00) for the house.
I call the lawyer on my cell phone there on the spot. First, Susan outlines the agreement to the guy and then, the lawyer talks with the seller... yes she agrees. We can have land and house for about $70,800. There are governmental fees on the sale of the house but, none on the lease of the land. The purchase price of the buyout later is one peso. I will be long dead by then. The land title will be put in escrow but signed and notarized by the current owner in the next couple of days, when she gets my money from the lawyer.
I will have my bank in the USA wire money, for her, for the lawyer's fees, and more for the new well pump, plus extra for a car and motorcycle. The money will be sent to the lawyer's bank account. My bank's hours start at night for me here, and so with any luck the money will be at the lawyer's office while I am with the folks at Immigration. I called my bank last night and so this will not be a surprise for them.
Once again, I take a deep breath, look at Susan, Elvie and Jenny, at the house, and wonder, can it be this easy? I have four loves, aged 14, 17, 20 and 35. I will have an eight bedroom house with a master bedroom and bathroom suite. Plus at the price I am paying, there is enough to easily buy both a car and a motorcycle, with money left over. What a country!
I tell the lawyer I need an affidavit of my investment in the form of a Ready For Occupancy (RFO) house at the price of greater than $50,000. That is what I need so I can get the SRRV Visa when I travel to Manila later. Now I need to get the extended stay tourist visa until I get the SRRV process going.
The van driver returns us to the little home we have now, and bless those girls, they giggle. I ask why and Jenny says, OK, now we know. This place is too small. You right, we bobo5. But Ronald there is a problem. The new one is too large for one maid, even if we help her. You need one or two more maids.
Jenny why did you not tell me before I agree to buy it?
It is a nice place. We will be happy there. We think maybe you want more girls.
I told you last week, 'no more.'
Yes, but, maybe you change your mind. We not know. It OK we find another maid.
No Jenny. You will not. We have been through this before. I will do it.
But...
No! Jenny, I said no. Do not argue with me.
Sorry, sorry. I wrong.
Yeh, you are wrong. Don't do this again.
Just as this is going down, Karen is standing in the doorway. How much she has heard I do not know. I look over to her and she gives me a confident smile.
Ron, I have the list from our walk before. You remember, maybe?
Yeh. I remember, k'Ren.
You want to consider one or two of them to work as alalay for Elvie?
Aren't they still in school?
No, Sir. I not think they are. You like young. They are young. They not fight with Elvie, she will be Ate to them. They will 'belong' not girlfriends. This good for you?
Maybe, k'Ren. It's worth trying. We will consider it when I get back.
Ron, may I contact them before you get back and see which ones be good for you to consider? Maybe some not interested.
Yes, OK. But be careful about what you say.
Sige.
The last night I spend in the house before the trip to Immigration is with Susan and Karen. We have slept together before but have not had sex with one when the other was there. Tonight is different. I tell Susan to make sure Karen showers clean, outside and inside. I get a look that combines surprise, understanding, compliance, and a bit of concern. In return, I put a finger under her chin, tilt it up and give her a long kiss, which ends as my mouth goes to her ear. I love you and your sister. Tonight I will take your sister completely, as I have taken you. You will help. But I will wear a condom, to stay clean. Once she is taken, I will enter you, love you and give you my seed. Do you understand?
You love me? ... Sir Ron?
I do.
Sige, sige. I do as you say. Maybe tonight you get me with a baby. I hope.
I kiss her again and pat her bottom, sending her on her way. Susan knows what I want from her. She was the recipient last time. Now she is the enabler.
When I finally finish my shower and reenter my bedroom, Karen is lying face down and Susan is giving her the massage she knows is required as the beginning point. I find the condom I had placed under my pillow and roll it on. Karen does not see this.
Susan moves down to Karen's right leg and I take the left. Appreciative sounds emanate from our girl. We work from calf up to lower thigh. From lower thigh to upper both of us with a hand on a buttock. I pull my hand off the thigh, wet a finger with my mouth and then slide the damp digit from the back edge of her cunt over the pink rosebud, pausing and circling a bit, with Karen shoving her ass in the air to get a bit more action, before continuing to the back of the crack. Karen pleads in delight for more. I return to the upper thigh, as Susan and I pull the girl's butt cheeks farther apart.
Susan moves into position still holding on to a cheek and a thigh, bows her head down and goes in for what will be an experience for her that I am quite sure she never considered ever doing in this life. She licks up from her sister's cunt to the pucker point and shoves her tongue in as far as she can.
Karen is going nuts. She pushes her ass far into the air, shoving her sister's tongue farther in and allowing me unfettered access to clit and cunt.
I start finger fucking her and mashing her clit at the same time as Susan continues to rape her sister's ass with her face. Karen is gasping, shaking, and cumming. She drenches my arm with the bodily fluids of lubrication, intended to bathe a cock in the performance of its duties.
I pull Susan off Karen and mount the girl, entering her ass as Susan's hand takes my place in her cunt and on her clit.
Karen's ass is not clenched. It is open and seeking invasion. I push in easily, through the tight passage. She moans and shouts, Oh, yes! Oh God Yes! I fuck YES! Before cumming hard. But the cum does not seem to end for the longest time. I finally simply stop though I remain inside her and her body eventually relaxes. I pump again and Karen immediately starts cumming again, whimpering, Oh, my God! No more I can't! Oh!
I pull out, roll Karen over. As I go in for a kiss, her arms fly around me and she smashes her face against mine. Her tongue invades my mouth. She won't stop. She can't stop. Until she runs out of steam, releases me and lies there with the biggest shit eating grin and says, I love you too! I never told her I loved her. But she knows it anyway.
I smile back, kiss her forehead, pull off the rubber, push Susan on her back and mount Karen's Ate. Susan is dripping wet as I slide in. I lift her legs into the air as I try to fuck her as deep as I can. Karen decides, two can play this game and starts to finger Susan's ass. Susan is looking at me. More, Ron, harder. Deeper k'Ren! More! Yes. Make me cuuuummmmm. Aahhh. And she is cumming, cunt muscles dancing on my cock. My balls get the message and deliver the answer.
I am done. Susan is done. Karen is happy.
It's time to flip a mattress, change the sheets and get to sleep, or so I think. Karen is on one side of me, Susan the other side. Karen props herself up to look directly at me, as if composing her thoughts. We really are your girls. We know this, Ron. Ate and me, we more than girlfriends. True?
Yeh. True.
Good. We both love you. We talk. We give you everything you want. The girls I find for the maids, you will fuck them. So what you want? What age? What we need think about?
k'Ren, I am worried that the girls will try to blackmail us.
Why you not worried about us?
I was, and I asked your Ate a number of questions before I added the two of you. And remember I wanted your Ate. I love Susan as much as I love you. With these girls, I will not love their Ate or mother. Also, you didn't offer yourself to me. They did. I don't know what their intentions are if they get selected.
OK, I understand this. What age, Ron?
Susan, remember what I said when you went with Jenny to meet the other girl?
Yes. I remember.
Same instructions, plus she must be able to be a real maid and not just a girl I can fuck. Susan, I will pay each maid ₱2,500. These are real jobs.
OK, I understand. Sir, if the mother can get maybe ₱1,000 of that and the girl keeps ₱1,500, then the mother not complain.
I don't like that. It is too close to paying for prostitution. If the girl wants to give her mother some of her earnings, that is her choice but, I will not.
Yes. You correct. I wrong. OK, we will see if any these girls be OK for us.
And, Susan, virgins only. If they are selling their bodies now, I don't want them. Best to not get some disease.
Yes, Sir.
1 - A noodle with chicken soup. Also called sotanghon.
2 - Full and not hungry any more. [Pronounced: buh-SOOG; the OO as in SOON]
3 - The design looks like a bus with a Jeep from end. It is an open air affair with a roof. Two long benches behind the driver. Access is from the back.
4 - Simple bamboo, rattan and grass hut.
5 - Stupid. [Pronounced: boh-BOH; the 'O's are hard]