I told them we meant to spend the rest of our lives together. They both snorted at that. But they humoured me, and started discussing options. Normally, they explained, an Englishman would commit to marry a Thai girl before they even actually met. It was kind of novel for romance to be involved. This news wasn’t surprising, although it seemed that Nin and Roger had some kind of real love going on and they cared for each other. I wondered again if Nin was a mail order bride. The thing I didn’t have was money. With money, everything is easy. You can go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and pick up an express 1-day marriage license and be married the same day! Then you can go to the British Consulate – there was even one in Phuket – to arrange for British Citizenship, or you can oriental apply for a visa and so on. It was straightforward and Roger could arrange it all. The only problem was that I was poor. In order to marry Pakpao I would have to pay her parents a dowry, called a Sin Sod. It surprised me that in Thailand the women were the land-owners and inherited the houses and that the men had to pay a dowry and were expected to move in with their wife’s parents. All the time I had been thinking about the men as being the ‘bar owners’ and it was probably the wives that owned those beach bars! It was all kind of confusing. I wondered if Pakpao was the oldest daughter, and I wondered generally how girls went to work in the go-go bars if they were set to inherit things. I had the feeling that I really didn’t _get_ the explanation of how the whole thing worked. Yet another complication was that I wouldn’t be eighteen until one week _after_ I was due to arrive home in England. In Thailand you can marry if you are seventeen _and can legally marry in your home country_. That cravat was the kicker: at seventeen you can only marry in England _with your parents consent_, and my parents were not available to be easily asked. Of course in England seventeen year-olds make a dash to Scotland to marry – Gretna Green and all that – but the Thai Ministry of Foreign Affairs wasn’t going to follow that line of reasoning. I would have to wait over two weeks in order to get married in a day. Roger asian ummed and ahhed. I had the impression that if he had really approved of the whole thing he would have pushed it through easily enough. I had to get him to like Pakpao so would sponsor my wedding Sin Sod. Roger and Nin sat across from japanese us at one of the restaurants near their house. Natalie sat on the end of the table on best behaviour. Pakpao and Nin seemed careful in front of each other; I was unsure what the hierarchy was, and unsure if they really knew either. I was mostly just glad they hadn’t arranged to meet at Otto’s bar. Roger was exotic staring too obviously at Natalie. She seemed oblivious and I wasn’t sure if she was putting it out to win Roger over for us or if she was disgusted inside. Nin didn’t bat an eyelid but how comfortable could she feel having a husband lech over a young girl? Pakpao was squeezing my hand Hairy so tight I couldn’t feel any blood circulating. The food was delicious. The questioning was probing. They seemed to zero in on Pakpao’s aspirations as a teacher and ask lots of questions about her high school diploma. As no one else shares this apartment, you have no reason Hairy to wear clothes in the apartment without my japanese permission. Ass? Her hand pulling at my balls releasing my cock only when Lynne's licking took over her feelings.My legs were starting to tremble when I had to move . Mary started by going down to one knee, she began kissing my belly through my tank top and then with her nose, she pushed the bottom up to kiss my bare skin. I came to know what they meant by show. Ernesto, the Hispanic friend of Danny’s, explained that the normal cost of the document was two hundred dollars, but Danny had called in a favor and got Ernesto to provide me one at the huge discount. To my surprise he did not force the issue, then he said get out. She was lovely. Jessie didn’t seem to notice until my growing penis began pushing against the front of her shorts. Faster. “You feel better now?” he asked. The pleasure rippled through me, teasing me. “Wow,” I said while looking at the smiling woman in front of me, “”let me guess, every time after the movie?” I walked straight to our dorm mom’s desk. Still, it didn't explain this crazy sexclub and how Joshua even knows the guys. Master J Michael exotic and Molly The perceptive youngster took the hint and increased his efforts; kissing and nibbling passionately at every reachable area of bare skin from the skinny little spaghetti-straps of her top to her sexy chin. They get up from the table and head out of the restaurant. “How could I, I was out cold.” I was always tall and skinny with red ratty hair, although now it’s buzzed off. Encouraged by her reaction I took a more daring move, I smacked her firmly on the top of her pussy with my fingers, the slap was strong enough to hear when my fingers spanked her split. I heard the tap in asian the bathroom come on and new she was doing it. The pizza almost dropped.” I found that if I got the first oriental one out of the way quickly, I could have more fun with the second one. My head was light and I was feeling good.