She immediately started helping me gather my books and when I bent down to help, I inadvertently caught my very first glimpse of a girl’s lacy bra, and the soft, adolescent flesh underneath it. When she turned to hand me my things, she must have seen my wide eyes looking down her blouse because she said in a voice barely above a whisper, “Eyes up here, Jacob.” In the span of one heartbeat, I felt my face flush with embarrassment. “Sorry... I... I...” I muttered, incomprehensibly. Maddie smiled as she handed my books back to me, “I’m out of your league, Squirt.” Then she gave me my very first sultry wink and headed off down the hallway behind me. She slapped my butt as she left, which got a collective squeal from the crowd that had formed to watch Maddie, the prettiest, smartest, most confident girl in school stand up to the worst bully on campus. Over the years, I got to know Maddie through my friendship with Will. japanese Maddie was an absolute marvel to me. She was more than the smartest girl in school, she often debated her teachers during class lectures and more often than not won when they were stymied by her arguments. She became a student of Aikido and within four years, was able to best asian the Dojo Sensei. In her mid-teens, she started designing her own clothes and even modeled her MILF amateur fashion line at Chicago Hairy Girls Fucking fashion week. She framed the offer letter from she got from Michael Kors due to that show. From 6th grade to when she graduated high shoot, Maddie had morphed from a pretty school girl to an absolute beauty. She stood a statuesque 5 foot 7 inches, was extremely fit, had a ample (but not oversized) bust, and sported a new hair style every month. She had more brains, skills, and beauty than any young adult in the Twin Cities. While we always got along, I never forgot what she said to me when she was 12, I’m out of your league, Squirt. The business class seats the Wagners had bought for the family were beyond amazing. Having only flown coach before, I could now see the benefits of the Wagner’s approach to success. The 787 landed in Bangkok just after sunset and oriental we made it through customs and immigration in no time. The black car service into the city was a different story. We all quickly realized the roads in Bangkok had been designed for a city of 5 million, not the 17 million that inhabited the delta city today. Ninty-three minutes later we made it to the Four Seasons, where we had three suites waiting for us. One for Mr. & Mrs. Wagner, one for Maddie, and one for Will and I to share. The traffic had caused us to miss our first night’s dinner reservations, so the family decided to chance the street food vendors. The concierge pointed us in the direction of a world class set of street vendors and promised that the food was good, affordable, and (mostly) safe. The food was fantastic and we ate tapas style, where we shared each other’s orders and got to taste a wide variety of Thai dishes. We were all pretty much done when Will ordered one more dish—a curried satay of chicken and local vegetables. It looked great, but the rest of us were way too full to share it with him. Not quite tired enough to head to bed, the five of us wandered the streets in front of the night clubs. Some of the most beautiful women in the world, wearing some of the sexist evening gowns ever designed, were beckoning Will and I to enter the clubs. Maddie kept smirking and encouraging us, but Mr. Wagner’s frown stopped us from doing anything but saying, “Thanks anyway.” Mrs. Wagner kept giggling at every approach made to Will and I and finally started to tease her husband, “Let them have fun. We’re in Thailand for God’s sake.” Which was met with a resounding grunt from Will’s dad that everyone interpreted as, “hell no!” It was close to 10:00pm local time, but since we all slept quite well in Business Class, we were jet lagged and not yet ready to go back. Will complained about not feeling 100% and Maddie poked him in the gut with her lightening fast reflexes, “Not getting food poisoning on the first day, are you?” Jeb, get out here!” Harold shouted as he ran towards the statue. So, as the man grabbed her hips and thrust into her, she moaned and shuddered. “She caught me masturbating it.” I swallowed. (I begin eating my food and start thinking about what you meant. This would prove troublesome. I mind-controlled them into eating my cunt. From there we walked to a little beach that was round the back of the market. When she seduced me in the shower after, that was “her taking advantage of me.” Her hand runs under my skirt and grabs my asian ass cheek. 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