Hinahaplos haplos ko ang pisngi at braso ni Liz hanggang siya’t napa-idlip na may twalya pa din sa ulo. Subalit hindi ko na lamang ito inalintana at minasdan ko na lamang ang mala-anghel na mukha ng aking Elizabeth habang siya ay natutulog sa aking braso at dibdib.
****
Later that day, I picked up Liz from the tennis courts but could not meet Yssa because she and her stepsiblings left early since Roland was not feeling well. It was not because he was in a severe condition, but Jessica wanted the kids to be home because she’ll be going on a business trip abroad for a week. Her flight was that evening, and Raymond had to take her to the airport, and their company driver was off on weekends.
Liz was already standing by the curb when I pulled up at the tournament’s venue, appearing so lovely in her outfit. She’s wearing a white loose V-neck crop tee accentuating her sexy collar bones. Her peeking bra strap on one side added to her sensual but classy looks.
My baby was wearing high waist summer beige chino shorts that barely covered half her thighs. With that, anyone could ogle her fair silky skin. She’s wearing classic all-white Nike shoes and socks that were hardly noticeable.
I felt excited in anticipation of being with her, though she’s been away from me for only a few hours. As soon as she got in the car and closed its door, we kissed, and I caressed the inner side of her left thigh. “Hmmm, dad,” was her response to my intrusive hand. I had an erection, but I had to control myself because while my car was heavily tinted, people walking nearby the curb might still see us.
So, I just asked her, “How’s the game?”
“Yssa won!” Liz exclaimed
“Talaga?”
“Yeah, she’s getting better.”
“Well, I’m glad. She’s really into tennis.”
“Bata pa lang siya pero ang galing na niya,” said Liz, feeling so proud for her sister.
“She could be a pro someday.”
“No doubt about it,” said Liz in total agreement.
“Where do you want to eat?” I asked her, thinking that she might be hungry.
“I’m not hungry yet. Ikaw, dad?”
“I’m going to eat something light. Galing lang ako sa gym kase.”
“Dun ka na din naligo, o umiwi ka pa?”
“Dun na sa gym.”
“Let’s gets something light later, maybe a salad.” Liz suggested.
“That’s what I have in mind, and maybe some appetizer, too.”
“Oh yes, dad. I like those baked and buttered New Zealand mussels,” ang excited naman niyang mungkahi, so medyo nasira ang diet.
“With garlic?” Sabay kaming nagtanong.
Matapos kaming magtinginan saglit, sabay din kaming umiling at nagsabi ng, “nah!” at natawa kaming dalawa.
“Lakad lakad muna tayo.”
“Sige, let’s go to the mall.”
We held hands while we chatted in the car. I never liked traffic, but whenever the lights were red, we would kiss. And from where I was seated, my hand was free to roam on any parts of her luscious body, especially her tummy and thigh. However, I limited my hand to her inguinal or groin area, teasing her delicate “centerpiece.”
Whenever I pulled my hand out from her shorts, Liz would sigh in disappointment, for she really wanted to be touched by daddy.
We held hands from the parking lot and inside the vast mall, and people seemed not to care about it, but I noticed that boys and other middle-aged men were turning their heads to look at my beautiful daughter. We passed by the women’s department store on our way to the in-house seafood restaurant.
Since it was still early for dinner, I let go of Liz and allowed her to shop while I just watched her from a distance. I walked around and shopped for Deth and Rebecca.
I found it clever that the store positioned its jewelry section in the women’s area, and I immediately thought of buying one for Liz. First, I thought of a pair of earing because there were so many excellent selections, but earrings don’t say that much. On the other hand, a ring is not so subtle, and its placement on a finger has different interpretations, whether it is a gift or otherwise.
Hence, I decided to get her a necklace and found a perfect one for her: it is something to show to whom she belongs. Moreover, it’s been one of my fetishes to have sex with a girl wearing only a necklace.
I put the small box containing the necklace in my pocket and returned to where I had left Liz. I found her and approached, going to her left side. She tried some shoes, and only half of her butt was on the small cushioned seat. Liz’s head and body were stooped down as she held the shoes to remove them from her feet. Though she was stooping, Liz faced her right side as she talked to the female sales lady, so she seemed not to have noticed the man on her front and left side.
He was staring at her chest.
From my direction, I saw that the front of her V-neck shirt was hanging, and I could see the bra strap and her right upper chest. The man was staring for a while, and when he finally noticed me, he turned to his left and walked away.
At first, I thought the man only saw her upper chest and the top of her breasts. However, I was surprised to realize that I saw more than her upper chest and the top of her breasts as I stood where the man was standing.
The truth was her bra cups fell forward and hung as she stooped, thus revealing her pinkish nipples.
So, no doubt the man saw her nipples, too.
It’s strange, however, that from the time I caught him staring at my daughter and realizing what he had seen, I did not feel mad. Instead, I felt aroused, so I immediately wondered if I still had that unconventional erotic appetite. But what further intrigued and excited me was that her nipples were erect.
Even when we are not looking, we can tell when people stare at us as long as they are not past our peripheral view. The man was only about five feet away from her, standing at 20 degrees, or ten o’clock position in front of her, so she knew the guy was leering at her.
When she realized that I was back, Liz looked up and said “hi!” to me. She did not even bother to cover herself and just stood up and hugged me. I placed my hands on her lower back and interlocked my fingers as we embraced inside the department store. Upon realizing I’m her father, the young saleslady did not mind either.
My excitement was abruptly interrupted when Liz’s phone rang. Realizing it was her mom calling from the airport, Liz answered immediately. I let go of her, and I was about to step away to let them talk privately, but Liz stopped me.
“Dad, she wants to talk to you.” Liz handed me her phone. Jessica and I exchanged greetings and pleasantry, then requested me again to pick up Roland from the clinic on one of his scheduled appointments. She won’t be back in time from her trip, and Raymond is to take care of the business operation on the same day that Roland will be having treatment.
Their driver would be taking Roland, and one of his daughters, to the clinic, but the driver will also pick up Jessica from the airport.
Roland needed to be brought home right away from the clinic. Waiting for the driver and Jessica to return from the airport would take a while since the airport is on the opposite way from their home and far from the clinic.
It was not the first time I had given Roland a ride, and I didn’t mind doing it again. I just planned to pick up Liz first from, or near her school, before going to the clinic for that particular appointment of Roland.
After Jessica and I talked, Liz and I had dinner and talked about her day and plans for the week.
****
We sat at a four-chair table at the restaurant. Liz was on my right side, and we were about to eat the freshly baked mussels. The table was not big, and our forearms and elbows easily touched. I ordered some wine, too, and we started drinking even before the appetizers arrived. The serving has 14 mussels with different sauces.
The first sauce consists of marinara sauce, grated Romano cheese, and shredded mozzarella. That’s what her favorite.
“Oh, my. It’s so delicious, dad.” Matapos niyang kainin ang isa. Sinubuan naman niya ako sa bawat flavor na kanyang gusto at kinakain.
The second sauce was hot buffalo sauce and sprinkled with some bleu cheese crumbles. It’s my favorite, so Liz fed me all the mussels covered in buffalo sauce. Meydo hindi mahilig sa spicy si Liz kaya ibinigay niya lahat sa akin.
The third sauce was a mix of cilantro, basil, and garlic, other spices, and rich in olive oil.
The fourth one has olive oil, but with granulated onion, grated Romano cheese, and red pepper flakes. It’s not as spicy as the buffalo sauce, so Liz had some of this flavor.
Even though we did not want to eat some pure garlic (unlike the third sauce that was blended in the sauce), the last flavor was good anyway. So, we shared the mussels sauteed in chopped garlic in melted butter and sprinkled with Romano cheese and parsley.
I was so happy to see Liz happy even from little stuff like enjoying her favorite food, and she’s so sweet that she fed me with her fork. Because we did not care anymore about eating garlic, I ordered some shrimps, also sauteed in garlic and butter.
Pinagbalat ko ng hipon si Liz dahil hindi pa din siya sanay magbalat ng hipon. Pero dahil kamay ang gamit ko, sinubuan ko siya at pati yung sauce sa aking daliri ay kanyang dinidilaan at sinisipsip. Halos nakadalawang serving na kami ng wine, at marahil umeepekto na nga ng kaunti ito sa kanya.
Buti at walang masyadong tao, at nang muli ko siyang subuan ng hipon, nakatitig siya sa akin habang dinidilaan ang sauce sa aking mga daliri. Nanggigil at nalibugan na din ako kaya I leaned towards her para halikan siya. She faced me and closed her eyes before I kissed her lips. Pareho kaming napa, hmmmm,” habang kami’y naghalikan ng ilang saglit, at matunog ang aming mga labi na naghiwalay.
Habang kami’y kumakain at nagkwekwentuhan, naalala kong banggitin yung lalake na nakatingin sa kanya.
“Baby, napansin mo yung lalake kanina?”
“Alin yon, dad?”
“Nang nasa department store tayo.”
“San banda?”
“Habang nagsusukat ka ng shoes.”
She seemed to recall who I was referring, “Ah, yung saktong dumating ka.”
“Nakita mo siya?”
“Ah, medyo.”
“Sinisilipan ka niya,” pabulong kong sinabi sa kanya.
“Parang nga.” Sagot naman ni Liz at bigla akong na-aroused sa aking sinabi at sa kanyang sagot.
“Hindi ka nagtakip?” Which she knew what part of her body I was referring.
“Nagsusukat ako kasi ng shoes, eh,” paliwanag naman niya.
“Pero hindi lang ang bra mo ang nakalitaw,” paalala ko sa kanya.
My daughter sipped some wine from her glass before she asked, “Nakita mo din?”
“Oo kaya nakita niya din ang mga utong mo,” sabi ko sa kanya.
“Alam ko,” ang mahinhin niyang sagot.
Muli akong nalibugan sa aking sinabi at sa kanyang sagot.
“Sinadya mo ba? Usisa ko naman.
“Uy, dad bakit ko naman sasadyain?” ang pagka-inosente niyang tanong sa aking tanong.
“Pero hinayaan mo lang siya,” ang tanong ko na hindi naman nagbibintang at sabay haplos ng likod ng aking kamay sa kanyang braso.
“Bakit naman,” ang pa-demure niyang tanong sa aking tanong.
Samakatuwid, hindi niya ako sinagot ng deretso.
I peeled more shrimps and fed her with my fingers. I would look around first after she’d licked my fingers before I kissed her again. Her lips were coated with different flavors; that’s why I took time to lick her lips, too.
I led her back to our conversation.
“I noticed tayo ang mga utong mo kanina.”
“Kanina?”
“Nung minamasdan ka ng lalake.”
“Ganun ba?”
“Gusto mo bang tinitignan ka?”
“Okay lang. Nasanay na ako.” Paliwanag niya.
“Pero kanina binobosohan ka niya.”
“Hmp, hayaan mo siya.”
“Gusto mo ba iyon?”
“Na ano?”
“Binobosohan ka?”
“I don’t know,” ang sagot niya na hindi naman straight na ‘no.’
I did not press her more since I understood her indirect admission, albeit not a confession. Then I pondered what else she’d willingly show to those who ogle her and whether she does it openly or discretely. I also wondered about those people around her whose eyes may love to feast on her youthful body.
So, I wondered:
Does her professor stare at her chest in class?
Do her soccer and volleyball coaches stare at her butt and legs when she wears her shorts?
Do priests peek into the crevice of that thin piece of board that separated him and Liz inside the confessional box?
Do her friends’ dads covet my young daughter’s body the way I desire her?
All these ideas and questions brought a mixture of feelings of jealousy and lust. So right there, at the table with my daughter, I wondered whether the peculiar erotic craving might have only been dormant all these years.
Concerned about my seemingly incessant questioning, Liz asked me, “Are you upset?”
“About what?” pretending I did not know what she’s referring.
“Dun sa lalake?”
“Hmm, hindi naman.”
“Eh sa akin?”
“Never, baby.”
She suddenly turned the questions that I asked, “Okay lang ba na tinitignan nila ako?”
“Well, it’s a compliment and actually makes me proud because it means that you’re pretty.”
“Thank you, dad,” and she looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes.
“So, that’s understandable,” I added.
She leaned to me and then asked in a whisper, “gusto mo bang binobosohan ako?”
“I don’t know,” ang sagot ko na hindi naman straight na ‘no.’
Liz bit her lower lip and looked around before kissing me, and the tenderness and pressure of her lips were telling me that she was feeling hot about our conversation.
***
The following days were new and extraordinary for us. I have been feeling alive now than ever. Had I been single and felt alone, I would have questioned what purpose in life we all have to live other than the perpetual cycle of life and death.
After another two or three generations that will have passed, we will all be forgotten. Even those who became famous or important and made significant accomplishments or contributions will become mere historical footnotes after another four or five generations.
And whatever lessons or ideas that these important people may have contributed, the next generations have their ways of discovering or learning those ideas anyway. So, the next generations may even skip those footnotes and may never need them.
In the end, no matter how much we put values on ourselves, eventually, we all become irrelevant. Do our great-grandparents still have significant impacts on our lives? Maybe for a few, but for many, they’re all forgotten.
That’s why we should not be limited or bounded by the general community or social standards to pursue our genuine happiness. Unless we’re committing crimes or doing cruel and gravely inhumane acts, then we should not commit those acts. So, in my short time in this world, albeit seemingly long, I’ll make the most of my special relationship with my daughter.
****
Our morning drive to her school has been romantic and sensual—we talk, touch, kiss. We exchanged text messages throughout the day, telling her I missed her and could not wait to be with her. When I picked her up from school after attending those classes that ended in the afternoon, we often dined out and chatted like regular couples.
But I also instructed our maids to cook dinner regularly because Liz and I have been eating together for supper at home when we don’t dine out. Whether we dine in or dine out, I always eat her out in bed because my baby is my favorite delicacy.
After our evening meal, we would chat while having tea or coffee before doing her homework. Sometimes, we drink wine (or whiskey for me) if we have no work to do and want to relax in the evening. She’s practically my wife.
We have been playful and sometimes daring in our relationship. Liz has slowly awakened her incipient desires, which also made me feel cautious and excited at the same time because I have wondered how far Liz would explore and expand her sexuality.
For example, I know and accept that she might be bisexual, but is that the limit of her unconventionality? Now, however, being gay, lesbian, or bisexual seemed to be not uncommon. In my mind, I hope that our relationship will be the most unconventional that she has committed and nothing more. Nonetheless, I’ll be prepared to accept whatever she’d explore, or if circumstances permit, I’ll be ready to participate in whatever acts she engages in eventually.
****
Yes, we have been daring.
One morning, before she got out of the car and after we kissed, I reached inside her skirt and wriggled my hand up until I held the garter of her panty. I started pulling it, and Liz played along with me and lifted her butt from the passenger seat so I could pull her panty down. Hence, the whole day, I was in my office thinking my daughter was in school without panties. She also texted me that she felt horny for not wearing underwear and almost exposed herself “accidentally.”
One afternoon, on a different day, when I picked her up from school, she got in the car all sweaty in her volleyball uniform. Incidentally, I arrived that afternoon when she finished her practice, so she had no time to change. She just put on her lightweight grey full-zip hoodie to cover her sweaty shirt.
“Hi, daddy!” Liz greeted me, and we kissed immediately after she closed the car door.
Her hair was tied in a ponytail, but some strands stuck on her perspire-laden face. The front of her jacket was not entirely zipped, so her sports bra was noticeable and traceable in her sweaty outfit. Though I could not see how sweaty her shorts were, I wondered how soaked her shorts and panty were.
Nanggigil kaagad ako sa unang halik namin pagsakay niya sa kotse. Pawisan si Liz pero walang masalimuot na amoy. Kung ano ang baby-like na amoy niya noong bata pa siya kapag nakikipaglaro at pawisan ay hindi pa din nagbago.
Noon namang dalagita pa si Liz, hindi na siya nagpapabihis sa akin dahil tumangkad na at may hubog na ang kanyang katawan, subalit kapunapuna ang kanyang kakaibang halimuyak sa tuwing darating siya sa bahay mula sa P.E. class noon.
At ngayong ganap na dalaga, ganun pa din ang amoy ng aking anak sa tuwing uuwing pawisan. Ang kakaibang halimuyak na aking nakagisnan ay nagpapalibog pa din sa akin hanggang ngayon.
As our lips locked and licked alternately, my left hand reached and held her crotch on top of her shorts and immediately found that it was moist, which meant her panty must have been damped, too.
“Ohh,” “Ohh,” “Ohh…,” Liz moaned when I massaged the part of her shorts that covers her center. I was already turned on because of her sweat and smell, but her moans made me hornier.
“Oh, baby, daddy wants you right now.”
“Now?” Her tone was a mixture of surprise and eagerness.
“Yes, anak. Ang sarap mo.”
“Dad, kakatapos ko lang maglaro.”
“Kaya lalo kang masarap.”
“Talaga?”
“Sobra, anak. Kaya nakakagigil ka.”
“I feel hot, dad.”
“Nakakalibog ka, babe.”
“Oh, dad, I want you, too, right now.”
No doubt Liz felt horny, especially at her age and after doing physical activity. Exercise triggers the release of neurochemicals, like endorphins, that make us feel good all over our bodies. Exercise also facilitates the release of dopamine and serotonin that act in our system and make us experience pleasure.
I drove and took her to the mall’s multi-level covered parking lot. Since we often go there, I was very familiar with the parking lot and knew where to park. Security guards only check if someone lurks around vehicles, but guards don’t check parked cars unless something unusual happens.
My car was heavily tinted except for the windshield, which was also tinted but lightly. It’s quite difficult to see the inside through the door and rear windows, so I parked the car facing the wall.
As soon as I parked, we removed our shoes and socks, crawled between the two front seats, and moved to the backseat. Liz was on the right side, and I was on the left. Without waiting for her to take her jacket, shirt, and bra off, I grabbed the waistband of her shorts and panty and pulled them down.
She leaned back at an angle, and her head rested on the corner between the car door and the back seat on the right side, and my body was on the left side of the car.
“Dad, baka makita tayo,” babala niya sa akin, but the risk of getting caught added to the excitement.
So, I did not mind her warning and started kissing the inner parts of her left thigh. But before I came close to her groin, I moved to her right thigh to kiss and lick it, too.
“Hmmm,” “Ahhh…,” and a sharp “Ohh,” were her reactions as I lightly kissed and licked her skin. Still many inches away from her jewel, I could smell her girly odor that resulted from her all-day’s activities, especially from her volleyball practice.
She became conscious about it somehow when I was nearing her crotch.
“Iyy, dad. I haven’t washed yet,” Liz warned me.
I heard her but ‘did not listen.’
But before I moved straight to her center, I prolonged the anticipation and started kissing the inner fold of her left and right knee, which were moist because of her sweat. I pointed my tongue and slid it on her skin, licking every inch of her front and inner thighs. She again moaned in a slightly trembling voice when the tickle turned into pleasure.
My hands wandered on her thighs and legs, at napakanipis ng balahibo niya sa mga binti at hita kaya’t napakasarap salatin ang kanyang makinis at pawisan na balat.
“Hmm,” “Oohh,” “Oohh,” “Hmmm,” ang reaksyon niya na magkahalong kiliti at sarap na dulot ng haplos ng aking kanang kamay sa kanyang kaliwang binti at aking mga halik sa kanyang hita, habang nilalamas ng nakasakmal kong kaliwang kamay ang kanyang kanang pwetan.
Haplos haplos ng aking anak ang aking buhok habang dinidilaan at kinakagat-kagat ko ang hita niyang nakabukaka’t nakasalampak. Biglang sumagi sa isip ko na sadyang napaka-palad ko sapagakat hindi ibang lalake ang gumagawa ng ganito sa aking anak.
Sa kanyang kabataan o edad ay kung tutuusin at kung gugustuhin niya ay maaring na siyang magka-nobyo ng ibang lalake na manamantala sa kanyang likas na kalibugan.
Nang mahalikan at malawayan ko ang mga hita ni Liz, pinagmasdan ko muna saglit ang kayang hiyas. At dahil nalibugan na siya sa aking mga halik, may mala-dagta na katas na sumisibol mula sa bukana ng kanyang hiwa at dumadaloy mula doon.
Ang kanyang mga bulbol na manipis ay nahaluhan na ng katas at nagdidikitan pa ang ilang mga hibla. Meron ding mamuti-muti na natuyo sa paligid ng kanyang ari, lalo na sa kanyang bandang singit. Marahil nalibugan na siya habang nag-lalaro ng volleyball sa campus.
At dahil nga buong araw siya sa school at hindi pa siya naligo mula umaga, amoy na amoy ko ang tindi ng muskiness ng puki ng aking anak. Mula umaga ay marahil madaming beses nang umihi si Liz at kaunting banlaw lamang mula sa isang tabong tubig sa bawat pag-ihi.
At dahil dito, amoy na amoy ko ang naghalo-halong panghi, natuyo o namuong pawis, at natuyo at sariwang katas. Subalit kahit ganoon pa man, ang sarap sarap pagmasdan at langhapin ang natural na amoy nang puking hindi pa lubusang nasabunan at nahugasan sa buong maghapon.
Malinis sa katawan at maganda ang kalusugan ng aking anak. Subalit ang natural na halimuyak nang kanyang bulaklak ay parang elixir na gigising sa laman ng pinakabarik na tao sa isang magdamag sa inuman.
“Ahhaa,” “Ahhaa,” “Ohhh,” at “Uhhmm,” “Uhmm…” ang kanyang mga ungol nang simulang panggigilin ng aking mga labi at dila ang puki niyang may pagkalagkit at basa. At nang isabay kong ipasok ang aking isang daliri ay napaliyad siya kaya lalong namudmod sa aking mukha’t bibig ang napakalinamnam niyang bukana ng langit.
Inilabas ko ang aking daliri na may sungkit na katas at agad ko itong isinubo.
Ang sarap.
Muling pumasok at sumungkit ang aking daliri at isinubo ko naman sa kanyang bibig. Ramdam na aking daliri ang pisil at higop ng kayang bibig habang aking ikinakaskas nang palabas at paloob ang aking daliri sa kanyang dila at labi.
Halata na kanya na rin natikman ito dati at sadya ding nasarapan sa kanyang sariling lasa.
Parang brotsa ang aking dila na pumapahid sa kanyang mga labia. Taas at pababa kong nilalasap ang puki ng aking anak, at nirapido ko ng kaliwa’t kanan ang aking dila upang lalo siyang masarapan. At kapag medyo nangawit ang aking dila, akin naman bobrotsahin at sisipsipin ang kanyang naninigas na munting tinggil.
“Hmmm,” “Hmmm,” “Hmmm,” and mga pigil niyang halinghing habang nilalabas-masok ko ang aking kanang index at middle finger sa kanyang bibig. Sinabayan din ng aking kaliwang daliri ang pag-finger sa kanya pekpek.
Bigla na lamang sumagi sa aking isipan na ano kaya kung hindi mga daliri ang magkasabay na nasa kanyang bibig at puki.
“Uhmm, dad…,” Ahhaa,” “Ahha,” “Ahha,” “Ahha,” “Ohh,” “Ohh,” “Ohh…, ang ungol at hingal nang biglang iluwa niya ang aking daliri dahil sa tindi ng sarap mula sa aking paglaplap at pag-daliri.
Para naman akong aso na sabik at magkahalong mayumi at madiin sa buong hugis at haba ng kanyang gitna ang paglasap ng aking dila at paghalik ng aking mga labi sa kanyang ari.
Maya maya ay muli kong pinuntirya ang kanyang tinggil at tuloy lamang ang paglabas’ masok ng aking daliri sa kanyang makremang puki.
“Oh, shit!” “Oh, shit!” “Ahh!” “Ahh!” “Daddy!” “Oohh!” “Ohh!” “Oohh! “My God, dad!” “My God!”
Dahil sa mga halinghing ni Liz, lubos akong nagalak. At dahil dito, lalo naman akong nalibugan kaya lalo pa akong ginanahan sa pagkain sa puki ni Liz.
Kaya’t hindi na rin nagtagal, unti unting bumulwak ang namuong libog sa katawan ni Liz.
“Oh, dad, I’m gonna cum!” “Ohh,” “Ohh, “Don’t stop!” “Don’t stop!” “Oh, dad, please don’t stop” “Ahh,” “Ahh,” “Oohh,” “Ohh,” “Oohh,” “Ohh,” “Shit!” “Shit!” “Oh, my God!” “Ahh,” “Ahh,” “Ahh,” “Ahh….”
As I licked and fingered her, my baby cum intensely as she held my head and pressed her cunt more into my mouth. And just like when I first sucked her breasts, her juice gushed, but this time, the torrent spread on my mouth, cheeks, chin, and neck.
It was like the water flowing from a punctured plastic filled with iced water, from which I used to drink after playing basketball on the street when I was young.
Pagkatapos labasan ni Liz, yung magkahalong kaunting panghi at kaunting amoy ng pawis ay nasapawan ng malinamnam niyang sabaw na akin namang nilunok dahil sa labis na libog at pagkauhaw sa aking kadugo at pinaka-aasam na anak.
“Oh my God, dad. That was so intense,” she said while still catching her breath. Slowly, Liz lifted her head and shoulder and held onto my arms. When I noticed that she was trying to sit up, I pulled her up.
Liz straddled me, so I ended up sitting in the center of the backseat.
Her breathing hadn’t normalized yet, and her chest and shoulders sti…