She lickedin long, slow stokes that were making me wild. She began massaging my shaftwith one hand while she squeezed my balls with the other. She lic...ed my ballsin short lunges with her tongue while she began to poke one of her mouth-moistened fingers at my ass. I felt that it would not be too long before Icame. She sensed it too because she slowed down her movements and then told methat she wasn't going to let me come just yet.She stood up next to the bed waiting for me to make the next move.. I was certainly going to have a drink in this place and see what was up with this hot piece of ass being stuck in a side soi and not on stage headlining a gogo in bangkok or pattaya! Worked out that she was actually visiting from bangkok and her family owned the bar she was in and that she had worked the "scene" for a while,although this information came out a few days later! So after the usual bar talk of "where you from" and "how long you stay" and what your name" nonsense i just said "how. ‘I’ll give you a hand, Steve,’ Jenny offered. ‘Thanks, Jen. Give me a couple of minutes to get organized and then we can get started,’ he suggested. ‘Tom, why don’t you pass around the coffee pot and I can get another one on the go.’ Within a few minutes, wonderful aromas were wafting up the companionway from the galley, and the group’s latent hunger was beginning to surface. Ingrid set up the table on the afterdeck and two small portable tables for Nikki and the condiments. Their breakfast. Together they fell back onto the sofa, that old chaise long, entwined, lips still together, his left hand still covering her mound, middle finger deep inside her body, her wetness making his palm slippery. His right-hand toying with her shoulders, her neck, her breasts as again she hit the high notes, her body alive with those feelings that make this world such a wonderful place. He shifted his point of contact, working his thumb under the hood of her clitoris, finding that trigger, the.