“Twenty two,” Khun said to me, “. . . Bust!” I thought we would never get out of the alley. As the Chinese guy was having his turn (he just l...fted up his apron and dropped his pants), a younger Chinese guy came outside to smoke. Khun shrugged and said “Give him one.” After he took Khun up against the wall, he said something to her in Thai. She stripped off her top and skirt, naked except her shoes and socks, and followed him into the kitchen of the Chinese restaurant. The younger guy’s. That afternoon a lot of fish were still out there, struggling, easy to see, and her time had not been wasted. She just threw the net out over the wriggling fish so she could easily reach under and grab them and heave the fish up onto a rock so I could clobber them dead.It was the first crop we harvested from our field, and we ate carp and catfish until we were heartily sick of it. The single turtle was a particularly tasty prize, though.Mataoka was as good at building dams like the beavers as. She could feel her body tension winding up as the fingers rose nearer and nearer to her exposed pussy, easing up the useless hospital gown higher with each stroke. She knew that she was sweating with anticipation as her pussy waited on tenterhooks for that first touch. It was almost impossible to stop the little sighs of pleasure that had been building up. And then they arrived! The fingertips finally pushing up against the side of her swollen slit. For a delicious moment they paused before. And she didn't stop. She kept rubbing up and down furiously and climaxed three more times as I silently watched, my cock rock hard in my pants.Finally, she slumped over the railing for a minute or two, then swung her outside leg back over dismounting the banister and going upstairs to her room.She never saw me but I can tell you, watching her sure made me horny as hell.Fascinated, I watched my sister closely over the next few weeks and figured out that she played with herself even more than I.