The Bride Of My Dreams Pt III

"Daddy Jack, I need to tell you something else," she said. There are lots of pretty girls around, and they might try something, since you're a tall, handsome foreigner…"

Part III

Puzzled, I responded "What do you mean Gladis? They know I'm yours, right?"

"Not to steal you Daddy Jack, but here in the mountains all the girls dream of having beatiful mixed kids. They call them mesteza. Kids like that become models and movie starts. Dark people like us up here are no respect. Bad jobs, bad treated. If someone has light skin the world is so much easier."

I already seen the caste system of skin color and the crazy obsession that made makeup companies rich, but I hadn't thought of people actually making breeding choices like that. I had so much to learn about this place.

She went on "Just be careful since some will try to trap you, and remember you have me and the girls, ok?"

I mumbled agreement to her, still not ready to try to understand the full meaning of her words, but street smart enough to see her advice about a honey trap.

We rose and walked toward the house. It was still early so the sun wasn't melting me yet. I asked Gladis what the daily routine was and how I could help. "Daddy Jack, me and the girls will do the chores for now, and you can relax from your trip or start thinking about the projects you want to make."

Projects. Right. Water was top of my list so I rounded the shack and the beans (or whatever) to take a look at the well, a little further up the slope. The incline would certainly make the job easier. As I approached I saw May and Mary scrubbing clothes in an old steel tub. My eyes nearly popped from my head noticing the most delicious nippples under their wet, worn teeshirts. "Hi Daddy Jack!" the greeted me, with beeming smiles. "Did they sit up straighter and push their chests out more for me?" I asked myself, in disbelief.

I tried not to stare. I swear to god I tried, but these ladies just has the most perfect, firm breasts a girl could wish for, and nipples the size of my thumb. To distract myself I went for my clip board and measuring line, and started figuring out pipe runs and a PVC parts list to eventually get water to the addition I planned.

As I went about my work, it was clear the girls were giving me the eye and giggling to each other, which made me feel, oh, ten feet tall.

Since it was getting hot now I headed into the house where Gladis was sitting at the table doing something with food. Just behind me the girls followed and went to the corner and turned their backs and pulled off their wet shirts.

Gladis gave them a casual glance and returned to her job, while the girls resumed giggling and gave me flirty glances of the side curve of those glorious breasts.

I had a full cardiology workup at the VA before moving, so I knew I was (thank god) in excellent CV health, and not likely to have a coronary. But it still felt like I was going to. Now that the girls were properly dressed and helping Gladis with the food, I could breath normal again, and I decided I had to talk to Gladis that afternoon and find out the whole story and just what I had got myself into.

Now I'm an old fashioned gentleman, raised right by my momma, and I always treat women respectful and nice. This situation though was really confusing my idea about how I ought to behave, since I wasn't doing anything - something was being done to me!

End Part III