Apparently it was a major cause of tourist death! The coconut palm grows at the high tide mark where the nut – not, technically, a nut – has washed ashore. The palm grows hanging out over the beach so the falling coconuts will be swept out to sea by the tide, to be transported to another beach in another land. We gathered four coconuts and took them back to the bar where Daw sliced the top off with a machete and poked a straw in and handed them out as drinks. It was a strange runny taste but it was very refreshing. The strangest thing was that they didn’t look like coconuts; the hairy brown husk we are used to seeing is actually inside a thick heavy outer husk that is smooth and green. They weighed several pounds each and it was easy to imagine how being brained by one would kill you. Daw offered proper Thai massages and Natalie went first. We sat around watching as Daw massaged and kneaded her back as she looked out at the perfect sandy cove and open sea in front of her. It was strange but after seeing so much skin and body the last few days we weren’t really needing to check each other out any more. Lucas and I and eventually even Pakpao had a massage. Although it kind of hurt a blonde bit when Daw did it, afterwards blowjob it felt fantastic. Lunch was another delicious massaman curry and then, early afternoon, a long-tailed boat with a large canvas sun-shade nosed into the bay to collect us and take us to the next beach bar stop before the rain came. I settled the bill and, after a quick bit of arithmetic working out Big Boobs the exchange rate to pounds sterling, I tacked on a large tip because I felt undercharged. It was even cheaper in the countryside than in Phuket. The boat ride was fantastic. There were no benches to sit on but we squatted down along the sides of the shallow hull and looked across the boat and out the other side. Natalie and Lucas sat opposite Pakpao and I and they had the view of the land. Lucas seemed mostly lost in Natalie’s plunging cleavage and I tried not to look her way for fear of being sucked into the same trap. I mostly pondered Pakpao who was sitting really quite close considering how much space we had in the boat. The next stop was another beach bar just like the Bamboo Bar and Bed. This was a beach Hardcore and town called Khao Lak and there were a couple of hotels here but it was nowhere near as developed as Phuket. The beach was much nicer and stretched to the north for over ten miles, whereupon it continued but by another name. It was just endless. We were not the only MILF backpackers at The Monkey House. Another couple of groups were there and we joined them at the bar as it started to rain. “Goddamn it!” He growled, his jaw twitching. Larusso? He held the back of his head and fucked his face fast. yaahhh.. The matter soon passed from my consciousness. She inhaled his masculine scent and felt giddy with need. She just kept walking. The hot cum splashing on me was wonderful. Val said, leaning over the bed to give John a tender kiss on his forehead. Under the blowjob mass of wet towels, I could see Leah beginning to stir, like a frozen zombie beginning to thaw. I see Eddie leaning down in front of my upturned eyes. He wanted to touch her pussy too, he could see it glistening, her pink lips puffing up with need. As my wife grabbed her blonde purse and keys from the counter, I pulled my shorts up as we walked towards the door, my cock still half erect. Ethan was finally at peace with Tammy not there anymore, and Heather deserved his full attention now. Her face turned red as she imagined anyone being awake at this hour Hardcore only Big Boobs having to look out from the hotel across MILF the way to see her glowing white moonlit skin as she was fucked over the edge of the balcony while pissing herself. I could watch all night and not even have to be involved. "Fuck," I grunted, "I'm cumming!" Daddy was sucking on me. I whimpered, my hair swaying about my shoulders. So I placed my hard dick on the upper crease of Sam's butt and placed one hand ontop, putting pressure on it. I was practically begging for it. I just don’t have the experience to know how to do that. He shakes his head. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. It wasn't water on him, so what was it? Not right now. I smiled at him” My body, heart and soul are yours darling, I am your lover, bitch, whore and….” I wanted more kissing, so I went to Trish. My asshole was burning like hell and the cold cream lubricating my asshole wasn’t of any use.