the third sex

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I was in Nongkhai, the small town on the Mekong River that faces Laos. I was with a ladyboy friend, Anne, and Anne’s mother. It was a bit of a family outing, as Anne’s GG sister was living in Nongkhai, and we had all gone up to visit her.

The four of us were wandering along the main street of this little town, which runs alongside the river. There is a temple at one end, and we had a look around there. There is also a small streetmarket, where we spent a short while. But really, there isn’t much to do at Nongkhai except admire the river, and the view of Laos on the other side of the brown, slow-moving water.

It was still only 11am, and we were just killing time before going for lunch at one of the restaurants that are perched on stilts above the river. The local specialty is catfish, and we were looking forward to that.

Suddenly Anne whispered in my ear: “I very horny!”

Well, so was I. That goes without saying, really. But I wasn’t sure what to do about it.

Anne resolved the problem. Arranging to meet Ma and sister in the restaurant a bit later, she led the way to the end of the main street, and down a little footpath to the water’s edge. There was a clump of trees there. We moved amongst them. We couldn’t be seen from the path or from the water.

And there I took out Anne’s lovely long wand of a dick. She was a good-looking girl, but her dick was extra-special, curving upwards strongly from a thick base to an almost pointed head. At the same time she unzipped me. It didn’t need much effort from either side, the pressure of warm hands and rhythmic pulling, combined with the exotic surroundings and the feeling of exhibitionism acting together to create an intense explosion of sensation almost simultaneously.

When we got back onto the main street, I bought a copy of the Bangkok Post from a street stall to hide the big wet patch on my thigh where Anne had shot a load. Then we went to meet mother.

“Did you have a nice time?” the old dear asked pleasantly.

Yes, thank you, mother.