One particularly, Bente, was keen to include us in their antics and convinced us in beautifully accented English to follow them into the town exotic butt to find a nightclub that evening. That settled, the Danes dragged Natalie off to interracial put on make-up, abandoning Pakpao. I felt erotic so hurt for her. The Monkey House was a short trek from the town proper and the path wasn’t lit at night. Luckily part of my equipment was a torch and insect repellent. As we strolled towards the distant lights the jungle beside the path was alight with fireflies blinking out to each other. It was a very special moment and Bente seemed especially affected. We took our anal time reaching the bars and night-life ahead. Khao Lak was a small town a short walk inland from the beach. There were some markets which were still open and lots of neon lights and bars and clubs, but no obvious go-go bars or anything seedy. Although it was the low season there were plenty of other tourists about, mostly pensioners and young honeymooning couples and a few young families with small children, doubtless returning to where they had spent their honeymoon. Khao Lak was the kind of town and beach that you’d keep coming back to all through your life once you’d discovered it. The Danes lead us into the last bar we passed when it became clear we had already traversed the town and there were no further bars to scout. They were playing loud techno disco music and although the dance floor was outside the pitch blackness of the jungle beyond made it feel like you were in a cellar. Natalie tugged Lucas onto the dance floor and then Bente grabbed me and forced me to join them. Soon others got up and the other two Danish girls danced suggestively on the edge of the floor hoping to lure in passing male flesh. Pakpao was left guarding the handbags. It felt so wrong. Bente was dancing awfully close to me. It didn’t seem to bother her that I had no idea how to dance and was just trying to move as much as possible without doing the dreaded ‘spastic chicken’. Bente had put her hands around my neck and pressed her forehead to mine; I had pulled. “Slow down” I tried to tell her, but she couldn’t hear me over the thumping beat of the music. I leaned in to talk into her ear and she mistook my intimacy and began to nibble my ear. “Slow down, sorry, I can’t do this” I managed to squeak and she pushed away from me angrily. She stood back, not dancing, and then turned and strutted off to her friends. Well I hadn’t done that very well. Just a few days ago I would have jumped at the chance to smooch with a girl so obviously up-for-it as Bente. But I was smarting from the way her and her friends had dismissed Pakpao and my loyalty to my new Thai friend was burning brightly. I walked embarrassed back to Pakpao who was sitting at a table surrounded by discarded handbags. I sat down beside her and asked if she wanted a drink. She had difficulty hearing me above anal sex the the din of the music and I had to lean around and shout it into her ear. "NO SHIT! She would follow Bruce to work. “Take both into your mouth.” He’s a natural; very cool under pressure.” More! anal sex A great commotion sounded outside butt as I looked seeing at least ten police cars. I dug through the freezer, finding two prime filets that I had planned to eat with Lori once we had returned from Hawaii. “Kyp, darling? "I...aw....I hid in the stall before you locked up." Because of the glow from the TV constricting her pupils and the light on the back wall glaring against the window (from the inside view) I was invisible. “Because I’m going to deserve it.” I said you have been a very good girl. He must not have shot a load interracial since last week when we played together. 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