I noted that she had a faint accent, but I couldn’t place it. I looked up and smirked, figuring this was one of her opening lines. “You don’t h...ve to sell me on anything…I know this is just for fun,” I insisted. “How much is it?” I looked more closely at her now, and her dark eyes seemed friendly. Her long dark hair was neatly arranged down her back, and her outfit seemed…odd. Her fitted dress was deep burgundy with traces of gold throughout, but flared at the waist. She looked kind of like a. I could see this escalation could get out of hand, but it was fun and that was the idea. We were laughing at each depraved, ridiculous antic the girls came up with. We ended up feeding each other in a more conventional way. I would cut a piece of steak and offer it to Sally and she would pluck it out of my fingers with her tongue and lips. It was a variation on a blow job in a way. Utensils had become optional.After a while, the silliness subsided and we relaxed in the warm, late August. "You may park the cart in the Wat," the old monk told Ute following that."Yes Pee! Thank you," Ute told the monk with a bow and a very respectful Wai. He then led the buffalo into the Wat and parked the cart where the monk indicated before unhitching the two buffalo.The boy was there with a young girl, possibly his sister, and each of them took charge of one of the thousand pound water buffalo, and I saw one of the most amazing scenes anywhere in Southeast Asia, as the two of them led the two. She may have been wet and loose but I suddenly felt a considerable tightness as soon as I tried to drive my cock in deeper. Oh, this was practically virgin territory! Dad could never have entered her that deep! His puny cock could only stimulate the first four inches of her cunt! I don't know about my mother's past sexual experiences, but it seemed like no man had gone that deep before. She was grunting and panting as I felt her virginal muscles expand. "Oh my God!" she grunted and flung her.