Ko Lanta

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My wife is Thai, and before we came to settle permanently in the UK, we lived for a few years on the island of Ko Lanta, where she worked as a medic, in a traditional wooden house near the sea. When we had been married for six months, her younger sister Kanda came to live with us. She had just finished college and was looking for a job. She was 23 years old. Kanda was similar to her older sister in many ways. She had the same slim figure and long chestnut coloured hair. The same perfect complexion. The same wide dark eyes and cute plump cheeks. The same soft hands. But her personality was opposite to my wife in almost every way. She was lazy, playful and spontaneous. She liked to hang around the house all day listening to pop music. She had beautiful mischievous eyes. She was always up to no good. The difference bahis şirketleri (http://www.champavo.com/) in character caused plenty of tension between the two sisters but relations between Kanda and me were always relaxed and easy going. My wife worked long hours at the clinic, so Kanda and me were often left to our own devices. We went shopping, cooked, watched TV and walked on the beach together. From the beginning, there was a relaxed physical intimacy between Kanda and me. Thanks to the Thai climate, and the house?s crappy air-conditioning, we were always scantily clad around the house. I never wore more than shorts and a vest, and Kanda wandered around in the flimsiest cotton shorts. It was the only way to stay cool in the fierce tropical humidity. When we were watching TV, she liked to lie on the couch and rest her legs on my lap. bahis firmaları (http://www.champavo.com/) And it only seemed natural for me to put a hand on her knee, to tickle her feet or squeeze her thighs. When I was at my desk she would come and sit on my lap, casually wrap an arm around my neck, and tell me some gossip about her day. Despite her basic level of English, Kanda loved to chat away. When I misunderstood something, she got beautifully frustrated, called me an idiot and poked me in the ribs, then got up to go and sulk in another part of the house. Then I would have to go up to her and stroke her arms or her hair, or give her a kiss on one of her plump cheeks, and tell her I was sorry. The game was so delightful that we played it many many times. One evening, she came back from meeting a friend very upset and went to her kaçak bahis siteleri (http://www.champavo.com/) room without stopping to chat. When I followed her in, I found her lying on the bed in tears, and sat down next to her. ?What?s the matter, Kitty?? I asked, using her pet name. She didn?t want to talk at first, but as I stroked her hair, she gradually opened up and told me what happened. Then it all came out. The argument with her friend. The trouble with her sister. I caressed her hair, then her arms. And the more I did so, the more she relaxed and opened up to me. So I stroked her back and pinched her waist, and she didn?t seem to mind. So I tickled the back of her thighs and pinched her bottom. And she didn?t seem to mind, but after a couple of minutes she got up to take a shower. The pattern repeated itself. She would lie on the couch and rest her legs on my lap, and let me lazily fondle her for half an hour at a time, and if I got aroused and her feet happened to brush against my groin, she didn?t complain. But after a while she would always get up and move away.