She put her hand up my dress and we kissed each other once more. The tuk-tuk veered sharply, and a horn blared as the driver got his eyes back on the ...oad just in time to avoid a car. Eventually we pulled up somewhere in Soi Thaniya, and the driver ogled us as we linked arms and strutted away from the tuk-tuk.‘My friend is called Anong, she worked with me when I was here in Bangkok. She now mamasan at this place. She does not speak English so I will translate.’She stopped outside a door just as. Any time she complained that I was her brother, I'd respond, "No, I'm your date." Considering that she didn't let her dates cop feels either, this wasn't a very good excuse. But her dates dumped her pretty quickly whereas I am quite persistent. I find it ironic how much effort it takes to become a hopeless loser. When she whined a bit more than usual, I would just threaten to break up with her. Not in those words, of course. A few well-placed remarks that it really isn't working and she would. And I was being squished among a lot of people. A wonderful start to that long day, I thought to myself. Suddenly, I felt it. There, again… definitely it was more than just a quick accidental contact. A pair of hands was rubbing my buttocks through my tight skirt. I should normally be offended, but that soft contact felt so good…It was not an aggressive groping. Those hands were exploring the contours of my firm butt as though it was a masterpiece of art. Whispering a low moan, I pushed. I went back into the house and remembered, "Alex," I almost yelled, "Where'd he go?" As I rolled my eyes and ran up the stairs to his room. I heard his TV and thought he had fallen asleep or was watching a movie, so I opened the door without knocking. My eyes got wide as golf balls and I felt a little stream of wetness run down my leg as I saw my big brother yet again stroking his cock. This time I got a better look and man it was big! "I'm so sorry!" I yelled as I ran out of his room and into.