I'd wasted a Saturday afternoon sitting in my room trying to figure things out. Now I'd gotten hungry. Since it was still a couple of hours to dinner ... figured I could get away with a snack.When I walked into the living room, Mom and Dad were talking. I knew something was wrong because: a) they stopped talking as soon as I walked in, b) they were standing about a foot apart instead of sitting in their normal spots, c) Mom looked like she was about to cry, and d) Dad looked red-faced as if he'd. I had always had an interest in Buddhism, and found myself on a website dedicated to dating Laotian women. That's where I met her. Her name was Laya Bounxouei. She was beautiful, she was young (only twentythree), and she was smart. She was a university graduate who had a good education from a Laotian high school. Her father was a surgeon, her mother a nurse. She was interested in finding an American man. I started chatting with her, and we got along great. She was fluent in English. Did I. Her lips glided expertly along his shaft, her eyes were now closed. Eager to continue with his seduction of this spoken for woman, he gently lifted her chin, his penis popping out of her mouth. He bent to kiss her, and her lips found his. Her tongue darted into her mouth. She fell back on her hands at the force of the kiss, which was his intent. He broke the kiss, hands grabbing her pants. Ashley found herself raising her ass, despite her strongest inner warnings. He pulled them down her tanned. Her small breasts seemed to be holding the dress on her body as the spaghetti straps of the dress had slipped off her shoulders and lay across her elbows. She dropped her bag and hugged Ashley tightly in the doorway."I am so glad your mom let you come for the weekend. We are going to have so much fun. This is my Dad." She nodded her head toward Dad standing behind her. Christie bent over to pick her overnight bag up just as Dad reached forward to get her bag for her. Dad was rewarded with an.