I pulled out my finger and leaned over to kiss her back. That is when we heard my dad moving in his chair. Everything seemed to go in slow motion, I ...pulled out of her. We looked at each other, she told me. Hide, hide, he is coming. I looked for a place to hide. The only place was under her bed. I dove on the ground with my boxes still at my ankles. Climbing under the bed was so much easier when I was a kid. It took all I had to fit under there as I am now. I heard mom jump into the bed just. 'Kamol' he replied, 'What does that mean', I asked slipping my shoes off and undoing the buttons on my jacket. I kept smiling and warmly spoke in smooth dulcet overtones, noting he stood nervously watching me, unwilling to leave, as white women were know for their easy virtue in Thailand, and I could brag as a very beautiful woman.'It mean very big' and at that he stopped, as did I, I was toying dropping my skirt before him to see if he would take the bait, 'Very big what', I asked, and he. They gave massages ranging from 5 to 30 minutes in length. The massages were also very expensive. A gentleman at the front of the shop offered my wife a free one minute massage. He was hoping to drum up business by offering her the opportunity to try a free one minute massage. My wife immediately said yes as he gave her the one minute massage. I had become very excited as I watched my wife enjoyed her one minute of relaxation. She enjoyed it a lot but, she wasn’t about to fork out 50 dollars. They were squished into a push up bra that looked like it was one size too small, squeezing her magnificent breasts together. I felt myself starting to get hard. “Holy shit those are great,” I told her, “I, uh, still don’t think I can let you stay though.” “How about if I do this,” she said softly, grabbing my hand. She then moved her hand onto her boob letting my fondle her. Looking down at my now fully erect penis, she added “Your other head thinks it is a great idea.” Then she rubbed one.