Ming-Lee is Chinese, 23 yrs old (though she looks much much younger), and in my opinion very pretty for an Asian girl. Very long pitch black hair that...she usually keep pinned up with wooden bamboo pins. Her parents live in poverty so my parents made an arrangement with her family on their last visit over-seas. My parents are providing Ming-Lee with room, board, and American schooling in exchange for being what my Mother calls my "Lady in Waiting". Basically being my shadow was more like it, she. We all sat down to admire the view. Because we had set off so early, we were the only people there. Later on, in an hour or two, there’d be many more hikers taking in that same view, according to Mike. Saul got out his camera and took a picture of the view down the lake. Then he invited me, Jen and Lisa to have our pictures taken. He took one or two and then Jen, in playful mood, pulled up her fleece, T-shirt and bra. “Well, if you won’t stop taking pictures, let’s give you a more interesting. When her grip softened I started to lick a little firmer to soothe her.I glanced up to see how she was taking it. Her head was turned to the side, eyes closed, her tongue tucked into the corner of her mouth, her chest heaving and flushing brightly with arousal. Her hands were gripping the bedcovers fiercely while her hips were flexed but still, hoping for more, and soon, please. She looked like she was so close to orgasm that she could cum if I just blew a puff of air on her clitoris, which was. She was married but refused to say more about her marriage but I understood all was not well. Yet, she appeared to be happy coming to my place. She took special interest in the books that lay open, browsing through them. By now I had started calling her ‘Vinita’ and not ‘Bai’ and she didn’t mind that. Every day there would be new touches. The day the cylinder was delivered, I asked her to help her carry it up to my room. The way up had the speed breakers of me touching her hands, holding her.