His wife disappeared to arrange it and not five minutes later a tuk tuk puttered right up to the bar to collect us. I wasn’t sure what Natalie had in mind, but soon the girls were pouring over the clothes stalls and I was checking out the sunglasses. Lucas blowjob disappeared to deposit Natalie’s camera film in one of the two-hours-or-less photo developing shops. When we managed to clear the stalls, the girls now carrying new sun hats and plastic bags full of purchases, we reached the seafront. The girls quickly scouted the many massage tents and picked one. If I say ‘massage parlour’ and ‘Thailand’ in the same sentence you imagine something seedy, but these were pavilions where real normal massages and beauty treatments were applied to respectable tourists, mostly Fucking ladies, in full view of the beach. It was off-season and many were unattended, but those masseuse present were shouting ‘Maaaaasage! Masssaaaage!” at us to get our attention as we passed. The owner’s wife Daw had given us Thai massages at the first beach bar we’d stayed at, and that was a proper authentic experience. However, the girls opted for rather more pampering voyeur this time and were soon oral sitting in the lotus position with incense being burned and small smooth stones being warmed and it began to look like a spa advert from the in-flight magazine. Then the staff unfolded bamboo screens to give privacy, shutting me and everyone else out. If a boy had suddenly been surrounded by screens at a massage parlour everyone would only imagine obvious prostitution, but this place looked respectable and there were two girls in there together so it surely couldn’t be anything naughty? Lucas found me and we sipping a fresh fruit juice and keeping a vigil on the girl’s massage tent. He had also outdoor been shopping and had a small plastic bag of clothes too. He asked me if everything was now alright with Pakpao, and I said I thought thinks were a bit better. He seemed bored with Khao Lak and the beach and wanted to carry on to the next hostel already. Let me lick you clean while your brother fucks me! Breeds me! I oral want another child! I whimpered as the tip of my clit-dick nudged into her bush. Pushing apart her lips and swirling his tongue he started on her clit. Oh my dear lord!!! There was a knock voyeur on the door and Master went to open the door. “Well, well,” her visitor laughed as the door opened. Damn you feel so hard right now. Her dark hairs were matted by her outdoor excitement. It felt wrong but I was blowjob so horny and ready for my husband to fuck me, even if our daughter was voyeuring us. “Good; go back into the salon and ask them to phone the police and tell them that we need EMT’s, too.” She Fucking disappeared a second later and that was when I first noticed the City Police car parked less than seventy feet down the street.