M. and the two women were strolling through the noisy chaos of massage parlors, bars, restaurants, motorcycles, noodle carts, street vendors, and youn... women seated at tables, standing against walls, chatting, laughing. and negotiating in sing-song, broken English with Farang men. The men were of all ages, mostly dressed in shorts and Hawaiian shirts. Rock music blared from every doorway. "Bar girls is the usual term for them, but, yeah, they are prostitutes, although a lot of them are. My hands on the outsides of her shoulders, my nose inches away from hers, I pump my swollen cock into her thirsty vagina, nice and slow. Her eyes close, her hands finding their spot on my triceps to hold onto, her toes curled. Her mouth opens and she moans as I pick up speed, soon screaming, her nails piercing the backs of my arms, my family jewels smacking her butt like a drum, her bosoms jiggling relentlessly. I no longer fight off orgasm, allowing its euphoric feeling to course through my. "It was terrible. I don't want to do it anymore, ever. I only want to be with you. Can you please forgive me?"Even when I heard the words, it took some time for my overloaded mind to process it. When the full meaning of her words hit me, I lifted her chin so that I could see her teary eyes. Then I kissed her. I put into that kiss all the love that I had for her, now that I finally understood my own feelings. I then carried her upstairs. The girls saw us. They started giggling when I closed my. We chatted about the up coming school year and her going tocollege. She would be leaving at the end of the up coming week. The chatgot around to sexual things and she asked if I'd ever screwed a girl. Iwent silent and said I was still a virgin. She said it was ok and shesaid she never been laid by a guy either. I was taken back by herdisclosure because of her knowledge of sex from the last 2 nights. Shedidn't go into details but said her toys got a lot of use. I asked herhow she'd come by them.