In the Philippines, sometimes you hunt the girls, and sometimes they hunt you. But other times, like in today’s episode, it’s something in between and you’re really not sure what the hell happened. John T. was out for a stroll in the mall when he spots this tall, sexy, leopard-skinned creature prowling about purposefully. By the eyes and body language she was transmitting his way, he couldn’t tell whether she was on a power-shop for clothes or a power-shop for COCK. I guess both things fill a need for women in their own ways.

In life, when it comes to pussy-getting, it is usually “feast” or “famine”. When you’re on top of your game, you’re slaying it and can’t keep the pussy away if you try. When you’re not, well, you’re just not. Dry spells hit everybody from time to time. However, here in the Philippines, any resemblance of a dry spell is quite rare. On the other foot, when you’re on fire, you are scorching hot. It seems like the more you get, the more comes your way.

So this past weekend, I took a trip down to Cebu to see something different for a change. While I was taking in the “scenery” at one of those huge malls there, I happened to notice an irresistibly cute little Pinay be-bopping through the mall in her high heels and denim skirt. So naturally, I followed her a bit; at first, just to observe her actions and ascertain if she was “of the Trike Patrol kind”. Was she ever! A short chit-chat and it was plain to see she was open to all sorts of games. We stopped in an arcade initially, and while she shot hoops and thumbed joysticks, I took shots of my own—–of her legs and panties!

Wanton used to collect the fares on the city bus. The bus would cruise around at break neck speed, or be stuck in traffic for hours on end, but it was always full of city crowds going to and from work, home, shopping centers and pubs. Packed, hot and sweaty. People hanging off the sides. Every seat taken and the isle jammed solid. And Wanton had to collect the miniscule fair off of each and every person. She squeezed through every gap in the isle, slid her hands between the seats, collected coins and handed out postage stamp sized tickets. Thousands of people, millions, billions, blurring her vision, all wanting to go somewhere in the cramped death trap. She could not make out any of them, all she knew was that she had to slide and slither between all the bodies to make her way from one end of the bus to the other collecting fairs. And all the while, her body was being pressed between a myriad of anonymous and perspiring commuters. None of this worried Wanton. She actually enjoyed it, but it paid very badly. Now she fucks for fun and a living, enjoys the close quarters of a perspiring anonymous customer, and revels in sperm. Watch the video, watch the camel toe.

So I’m out on my usual afternoon Trike ride through town when I spot a thick-legged chick in a red top and pink cap walking through the park. Just my luck she stopped to sit on a bench so I was able to approach her and make conversation. Her name was Charm and she had sort of a “hip-hop” style about her. I lied and said I like hip-hop music too. A few more cheap compliments was all it took to convince her for a saunter back to my hotel room not far away.

The beads of sweat rolling down a girl’s back while she gets fucked doggy-style lying beside her sister. That is relative humidity and that is what happened this past week my friends. Not only is this episode the answer to Trike Patrol’s first ever members-voted returnee, but it is also the first—and maybe only ever—episode featuring two honest-to-goodness SISTERS getting fucked side-by-side! Even one of those reasons alone is enough to make it a MUST SEE, but the two of them combined in one episode make this week’s release a fucking grand slam in the bottom of the 9th.

The scene here in town, and all around the country for that matter, seems to be trending more and more towards mongers engaging in what I like to call “Sexual Networking”. Sure, guys still come to visit the bars and barfine girls, but they almost always have girls they’ve met on the internet on “stand-by”, ready to fuck at a moments text or instant message notice.

Sometimes when the fish aren’t biting in the normal spots, you have to be a little unorthodox and inventive. I knew of a little place off the back roads of town down by the Mango tree groves where I’d occasionally see people taking shortcuts to the main road to for trikes or jeepneys. I thought to myself, what if I just hung out there for a bit to see if I couldn’t catch something roaming about that needed a ride. Well, as luck would have it, I wasn’t there more than 2 minutes when I saw a dark, slim-bodied chick in a white top strolling through the trail.