Thread: Continue The Story

whose gene pool could be politely labeled as 'shallow', began

to doubt his sincerity and from that day on his fair Isaan bride was

instructed by elder women of the family, to examine

the health and bank account of one strange Farang...that was all they needed to

know, as tongues in the village began to wag. The dark and delicious

neighbor girls were instructed to

stop their daily routine of animal husbandry, and instead devote all

lady had found a catch. The village rejoiced. The Farang would visit on

every third tuesday to do 'em all. And the village was saved because of the strange

waft of luck that permeated the air when he arrived. They called him

'Wai 2 much', and even though his hands had been bound he was able to

squat on the Thai loo, which he became a frequent user only when his hands were bound and his wife's sister accompanied him to take care of

the shit he got all over the walls. They did this by

stripping naked and somehow becoming strangely stimulated by their nudity and shitty walls, she knelt down slowly and began to

dilegently wipe away all the shit that had been shat, and

instinctively invented her brothers into the already crowded loo for a bukkake fest, which she

plotted all the time, as a way to contain the family gene pool.

Using the cover of darkness 'Wai 2 much' took advantage of

his already sprouting wood to do some drilling and

it came as quite a suprise to him just how comfortable

his new cotton socks were

fitting, even though they were as tight as

a goldfish's sphincter. Sweating profusely but not wanting to loose face, he

quickly decided to

Move to Nakon Sawan, where he had heard that the