Pakpao was the first to suggest she arrange fetish we get rescued by a bus. Looking at us four drowned rats it was obviously the right thing to do. The rain still pouring down, Pakpao led us up towards the the coast road. Eventually a tuk tuk passed us, full of tourists. The chauffeur slowed enough for Pakpao to run beside him and ask him to come back for us when he had dropped his load off. And then it was just to stand there in the rain and wait for the tuk tuk to come back. We stood at the side of the road waiting. Eventually the rain stopped and the sun came back and we started to steam. The air felt so fresh and clean. My clothes seemed to dry much quicker than my skin, and my feet and inner thighs itched. I’m not sure what we’d have done if an empty tuk tuk had passed; would we have taken it, or wait for the one we’d hailed to come back? “So you have a girlfriend” Natalie declared. Natalie and Pakpao looked at me carefully to gauge my reaction. Lucas, as usual, didn’t seem to be following along. “Eh, no I don’t” I replied guardedly. “You told Bente there was someone special” Natalie persisted. “She’s not my girlfriend” I blurted out and then, realising whose nurse company I was in and that I had said too much, I could feel extreme heat rising in my cheeks. “So japanese that’s why you didn’t go to town with Josh and Damien then” Natalie said thoughtfully, as though putting two and two together and getting eighteen. It took me a moment to follow her line of reasoning. It took me a moment for the implication that everybody knew where Jason and Damien had gone to sink in too. “Jason” I clarified. Natalie looked confused. “His name was Jason, not Josh” I explained. “Whatever” Natalie said distantly. This was a disaster. Now Natalie and Pakpao thought that I was in love with someone far away and would remain loyal. The truth was that Pakpao, the little tiny Thai dynamite, was standing in front of me in a wet t-shirt. The tuk tuk was taking its time returning. The Wigwam was just as isolated as the first nameless beach bar had been. It was right on the beach too but it seemed to have running water and electricity coming from somewhere. The accommodation was, again, shacks on stilts linked by thin board walkways with rope handrails. The main bar asian was a large dome thatched with reeds. I had thought wigwams were pointy but apparently the pointy ones were called teepees; wigwams are dome-shaped, hence the bar’s name. Pakpao looked pleased when I ordered three lactating rooms. It felt so nice to be the only guests again, away from the bustle of Khao Lak town and away from the Danes. I really began to resent Bente for spoiling my chances with Pakpao and complicating things. Her juices were flowing now, running down her leg in little rivulets and dripping onto Molly's skirt. Good thing we had a large living room. I saw hues here that I didn't know the names of, gradients of color that, perhaps, could only exist in this strange world. Gloria guided the woman to her back, never breaking eye contact. Morgan was strapped to the crisscross for over 10 minutes, moaning into her ball gag as Hunter licked her nipples. “Only if he does.” I laughed. Stay at my side. She was so tight and hot, a different treat from her silky, juicy pussy. Wear whatever you nurse like - I have fetish an outfit here for you to change into. Both get dressed as I laid there, still as a rock, lactating and then I feel the wind on my body. She loved the way her tummy was still tight and small, the many hours in the gym still paying off. I looked under my stomach to see Fred’s swinging balls, behind my somewhat retracted balls, and my rock hard, leaking cock pointed at my face. They walked with purpose, each hooved step a powerful blow, bouncing their breasts and exaggerating their wide hips. His hands were inching upwards towards my pussy on each stroke. “Ok, well, it's been forever since I've swam in this lake. He tongued her now extra sensitive clit which caused her to buck her hips and gasp for air while making grunting noises. Layla swallowed and looked up into Lacy’s gaze, despite her efforts to take and stay in control, she was entirely at the mercy of this girl's japanese rampant desires. You like it too. At least, not very hard. Did other moral busybodies do the same thing? I’m calling in some close friends that I trust to help us. He does expect asian to be available tomorrow morning. “No, he was too young and way too eager. “Good timing.