. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”I was in a state of shock. I stood up still naked and I shouted back at the top of my lunges “SO WHAT!”At that point Nick ...nd Joe raised themselves clearly, still in shock. More so at my response than at getting caught. Everyone was taken aback and it took the laughs of my straight cousins (who are my age) to bring everyone back to reality. The adults looked a bit ashamed. More at themselves for how they had reacted than at us, but the cousins kept on laughing, so I raised. ” “Ok. We gotta get going. Gotta go up town and take care of a few things. Oh ya and my room has a piece of wood with my name on it. Just so you don’t get lost.” “Alright see ya later.” We shook hands and parted. As soon as they were gone I headed out. Up the back porch and in to the main hall way. I quickly found his room with the plaque reading Andys and entered. Wow. I thought to myself. This is a mess. Clothes were all over the floor. Trash like wrappers and soda cans all. First of all, stop asking me the details of the women in my story. That’s an invitation to block and nothing else. You’ll get ignored or blocked for sure. They are just simple women looking for some change.Also, I would recommend reading my previous stories especially if you wanna relate to it. Coming to this story now. I have always been a well-built guy and looks like that of Kashmiri guys. So almost all the professors knew me either by name or face.I was weak in a subject and the teacher who. (Photos on request.) Unlike the bargirls from Isaan, the lovely milky white-skinned Chiang Mai beauties are born horny with an itchy pussy and many are rich to boot. If they love you, they will most probably buy you a house, care for you, pay for everything and spoil you in all sorts of wonderful ways. I still cannot understand why travellers have still not worked this out and are actually pay for a bargirl.One of my readers asked me if I have gone back home yet - I admit I had been complaining.