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Who Needs Thailand?

Late last spring, at 23, I returned home from a year working in Thailand. The work and pay had been okay but, for me, who has a taste for under-aged pussy, living there had been absolute heaven. You've heard the stories and, let me tell you, they are all true, and more. I fucked so much sweet little Thai twat that I seriously considered taking out citizenship and staying there for good. But when my contract was up I got lazy about the whole thing and packed my bags and headed home.
Meanwhile, my dad had been given a work assignment in Australia for June and part of July, so my parents decided to tack a big Pacific Rim vacation on the end of it on their way home. I arrived home just before they were heading off, so we had a week of catching up and looking at my slides of the Far East before they were gone.
This left me with the whole summer to myself up at our cottage. It's in lake country about five hours north of where we live. It's gorgeous up there – trees, rocks, lakes – and the fishing, boating and hiking are supreme. Our cottage occupies a lot on both sides of a point that juts out into the lake. It's couple of acres with hundreds of feet of waterfront. My older brother, Greg – he's 34 – and his wife, Sue own the next lot over, so it's all quite cozy.
As it turned out, I ended up buggering around in the city for a while, getting back up to speed with friends I hadn't seen in a year, and drinking my head off. So I didn't head up to the cottage until nearly the end of June.
I arrived late in the night, stowed all my stuff, had something to eat, and hit the hay. I was looking forward to a blissful summer of swimming, fishing, canoeing and, probably, checking out the summer action at the bars in the resorts and little towns nearby.
The next morning, after poking around the old place and getting reacquainted, I got into my bathing suit and headed down to the dock. From there, out around the point and into the bay where my brother's place is, it's about a 400-yard swim to a swimming raft we have anchored in the bay. I'm a good swimmer and it's just the kind of workout that really pumps me up.
So I plunged in and headed off towards the point, swimming slowly because I knew I was a bit out of shape. It was a beautiful morning, and after I rounded the point, I turned over on my back and just did a lazy backstroke towards the raft, not really caring too much if I was pointed exactly in the right direction. The next thing I knew, someone was calling my name. I rolled over onto my front, treading water and realized the raft was off to my right a bit, about 25 yards away. It took me a few seconds to recognize the voice. Jesus, it was my dorky cousin Amy! Two years ago, the last time I saw her, she was an extremely annoying 11 year old who was constantly trying to get my attention. This was not how I pictured my vacation; my brother's family must be here.
Anyway, hiding my disappointment, I hollered out a hello and swam around to the raft ladder and climbed up. I was stunned. Somebody had kidnapped my annoying cousin and replaced her with a sweet young thing sunbathing on the raft. She was clad in a bright yellow swimsuit that showed off her spectacular young body – long shapely legs, slim hips, perfect round little ass, and the perkiest tits you ever saw. They were so perky they pointed not just straight out, but upwards, I swear.
"Well, hi there, uh, Amy," I sputtered with water streaming down my face and my prick coming awake.
"Hi, Rod," she said shyly, looking up at me under the hand she held up to shade her eyes from the sun.
"Long time no see," I said, continuing to really enjoy what I was seeing.
"Yeah," she giggled. She sat up and looked at me and blushed, her pretty face framed in a mass of unruly blond curls.
We talked a bit and joked around, but it was awkward because we really didn't know each other that much. Still, it was pretty clear that she was still really fascinated with me; she hung on my every word and laughed at even my lamest jokes. Finally, though, I decided to push off for the return swim.
"So, are your mom and dad up?" I asked. Stupid question since she was only 13 years old by my reckoning.
"My mom is, but daddy is out west for a few weeks. Justin is at camp," she said.
"Oh," I said, not really that interested.
I dove into the water and when I surfaced she was gazing at me with obvious disappointment. "See you around, eh?" I called out.
She stood up and waved, giving me another great view of her killer bod. "Yeah, see you – soon!"

* * *

But the very next day, while lugging some stuff up the back porch steps, I missed my footing, fell off the side of the porch, and sprained my ankle badly. After getting myself into the medical clinic in the little town 15 miles away and getting my ankle immobilized, I got back to the cottage feeling really bummed out. I was going to be stuck there, having to lay around the cottage with my ankle all trussed up, waiting for the swelling to go down, for several days.
It was a real drag and, in my misery, I had completely forgotten about my intriguing young cousin in the sexy bathing suit. However, after four days of this, while I was lying out on a chaise on the deck, who should come walking up the path, but Amy.
"So, here you are," she exclaimed. "I thought I must have scared you away the other day." She mounted the steps, saw my ankle, and stopped dead in her tracks.
"Oh my god, what happened?" she wailed.
For a moment I just lay there staring at her. She had on this tiny tight tee shirt that stretched wonderfully across her succulent young boobs, and some ultra-short shorts made out of some kind of clingy material that made it impossible to look elsewhere. She came over beside the chaise and bent down to inspect my ankle, leaving me to gaze longingly at her long legs and smokin' hot little behind.
"That looks really sore. What did you do?" she asked, throwing herself into the chair that faced me.
As she slouched down in the chair and gazed adoringly at me with those huge brown eyes of hers, she casually let her legs fall open. I just about choked – the clingy material covering her crotch was only about an inch and a half wide and it gaped ever so slightly at the sides, letting me see a hint of panties. I have to tell you that even a glimpse of the panties of a young girl makes me nuts – absolutely nuts. Right there and then, I vowed that I would devote my summer to seeing if I could find my way into my young cousin's panties. Who was going to care if I was 23 and she was only 13? Nobody. The only thing that would matter would be if she wanted it or not. Maybe I was fooling myself, but I had a hunch I might get lucky.
"Oh, I just fell off the back porch," I laughed, recovering from my hot reverie. She gently rocked one of her lovely slim legs back and forth sideways, looking at me curiously.
"Do you need any looking after? I could come over and help. You know, my mom is working down at the marina Fridays, Saturdays, Sundays, and Mondays for the whole summer. So I could be your nurse, if you'd like." She smiled shyly and watched me hopefully.
What did I say about getting lucky? My prick was already stiffening up. I left her hanging just for a delicious split second and then pretended to relent.
"Sure, okay. That would be good." I grinned.
"Oh, great," she cried, jumping up from her chair and coming over to give me a hug. Wow, did she ever smell and feel good.
Our hug lingered just a bit longer than necessary. She looked at me, flustered and blushing, and stammered, "I-I'm just going to go tell mom that I found you and you're okay – sort of."
She ran down a couple of steps, and turned, her sweet little breasts almost pointing to the sky. "See you later, alligator!"
"In a while, crocodile!"
Once she disappeared, I pumped the air with my fist. I had a real good feeling about this, a real good feeling. Without even giving it a second thought, I hobbled over to the deck railing and proceeded to whack off mightily, shooting my cum over the side of the deck into the trees.

* * *

“Okay, but if you get to see me then I get to see you, right?"
"Right," I agreed.
It was a rainy Thursday afternoon three weeks later. Amy and I had spent almost every moment together in the meanwhile. The atmosphere had become more and more charged with sexual electricity, until it had become unbearable. We couldn't keep our hands off each other but I still wasn't totally sure how to make my move. But now, somehow, we had gotten into a game of you-show-me-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine. It was finally going to happen.
"Ladies first," I said with a smile, as I reached over and flipped the light switch off.
"Okay," Amy giggled.
She unbuttoned her pedal pushers, and then unzipped the fly. I held my breath. Her pedal pushers were so tight that, as she pushed them down over her slim hips her panties started to come down too. She stopped and yanked her panties back into place.
“Here, I’ll help,” I said, moving closer on the bed.
I seized the waistband of her pants and peeled them down as she held her panties up. Dropping her pedal pushers on the floor, I quickly ripped off my shorts so that we were both down to our underwear.
My heart was pounding, my throat was dry, and my dick was poking out my boxers like nobody’s business. How was I going to get a peak at her succulent snatch? What could I say? I was speechless. On the other hand, Amy was staring at the huge bulge in my shorts with undisguised fascination. This gave me the nerve to break the silence.
“Do you want to see inside the big tent?” I teased. “This circus has a really big lion.”
For a moment, she looked a bit puzzled with my lame joke, but then she got it. She stared at me hard, licked her lips, grinned wickedly, and nodded. I slipped off my boxers in a flash and let my gigantic, rigid prick wave in the air in front of her face. She was absolutely saucer-eyed. For an instant she went to reach out her hand towards my throbbing shaft but, instead, she buried both her hands in her crotch, holding them back from temptation. She smiled guiltily at me, looking for direction.
“It’s okay – you can touch it all you want. It feels real good if you do.”
She stared at me hard for another moment and then withdrew one of her hands from her crotch and reached out to take hold of my prick. Her soft young hand felt wonderful on my aching member. My whole body lit up at her touch. Without thinking about it, I began to thrust it back and forth in her hand.
“Oh, stroke it – it feels amazing,” I groaned.
Amy complied and was soon stroking me enthusiastically, making little noises of delight. After a minute she was humming to herself and gently stroking her own crotch as well.
“Can I do that?” I asked. She smiled shyly.
“Okay,” she whispered, spreading her legs a bit.
I reached down and gently began to stroke the crotch of her panties. The thin material was already damp. It only took me a second to locate her little love-bud. She gasped as my fingers passed gently over it.
“Oh yes,” she growled, her eyes already feverish. “That’s where I love it!”
Still clutching my prick, she lay back on the bed and opened her slim young legs much wider. With this invitation, I shifted over right beside her so I could keep on massaging her crotch. It didn’t take too long before she was revving up to come. Luckily for me this meant that she stopped jerking me off so vigorously; I was almost on the verge of coming myself, but I was still hoping to somehow get myself inside her little virgin cunt before letting go of my wad.
A few minutes later, bouncing and thrusting on the bed, she finally came with a scream, holding me close to her. I hugged her close with one arm while I continued to massage her crotch with my other hand. She bit my shoulder.
“Let me do it inside your panties, Amy,” I whispered. “You’ll love it.”
“Oh yes, oh yes,” she breathed.
I plunged my hand into her panties and ran a strong finger down her hot, liquid slit. I poked it into her little opening while I kept massaging her clit with my thumb. In no time she was going off the scale, crying out and bucking frantically against my hand, coming again, this time with much more force and noise.
Abandoning caution, I pulled the crotch of her panties aside and pushed my face between her legs. She gasped as I began to tongue her fiercely but soon, whimpering and groaning in ecstasy, she was pushing her crotch against my face in rhythm with my licking. Her young pussy tasted like apples – sweet and tart at the same time. I licked her and licked her, slurping up every drop of her virginal essence.
I paused for a moment in order to pull her panties off. I love this ritual – I could feel my prick getting even harder – and I took my time tugging them down over her young legs, before throwing them on the floor.
Amy pulled off her tee shirt, revealing her gorgeous little tits, threw her legs open extra wide, and spread her pussy lips with her own fingers.
“Please keep doing it!” she cried, between husky breaths. “Shove your tongue back in there – don't stop!”
I buried my face in her naked virginal crotch, licking, kissing, and sucking every part of it. I gently separated the lips of her young pussy, poked my tongue into her slit and into her tiny opening. We were both going crazy. Amy just kept getting higher and higher until, finally, she let out a scream and jammed her crotch against my face, as another orgasm rocketed through her young body.
Amy disentangled our bodies enough to roll over on her stomach to keep me away from her pussy, all the while laughing, gasping for air, and pleading for mercy. However, seeing her exquisite ass cheeks in front of my face – round, firm, and pink with exertion, gave me other ideas. I gently pulled them apart and gave her a huge lick, stem to stern, from her cunt up over her anus, and then started poking at her anus with my tongue. She shrieked and struggled but, still, kept her ass firmly in touch with my hungry mouth, so as to not miss anything. I reached beneath her and slid a finger into her steaming little twat and soon had a double rhythm going, fingering her and licking her to new heights.
By the time she’d had yet another orgasm – this one was like an earthquake – we were both exhausted. But there was just one problem. My prick and balls were aching like mad, dying for release. Even though she’d never had sex before, she understood what I needed. I could have fucked my way through steel-reinforced concrete at that point.
“Would you like it if I sucked on your cock?” Amy asked sweetly, playing with my balls and stroking my enormous hard-on lovingly. Then, as if to reassure me, she added, “I know how to, because I’ve seen it on one of my dad’s porn videos.”
“Oh, yes baby – that would be fantastic,” I murmured, wondering how my brother had managed to leave such stuff around for Amy to see.
She crouched down over my prick and slurped it into her mouth without hesitation. Soon she was moaning and murmuring about how big it was and how good it tasted. She gently held my balls in one of her soft little hands while she pumped the lower half of my prick with the other. In no time, I was in orbit and, when I came, I felt like I was going to blow her head off. I pumped so much hot cum into her mouth that it dribbled out both sides of her mouth onto the sheets. She laughed, licked her lips, and shot me a molten look. Then she crawled up to straddle me, rubbing her hot, swollen pussy lips over my still erect cock.
Taking hold of my huge, still aching erection, she delicately mounted it, tucking it carefully into her tight, hot, slippery opening, and settling herself slowly down onto it (meanwhile, I was silently thanking my brother for the fact that she must have seen this action on a porn video too). At first, she fucked herself ever so gently on my massive shaft, getting used to the sensations of having it inside her, smiling shyly at me. I massaged her apple-like breasts in my outstretched hands, and gave myself over to the incredible feelings being created by the hot, pulsing grip her young cunt had on my cock.
After ten or so minutes of this particular level of heaven, I nimbly rolled her over, keeping my engorged prick stuffed high up in her tight little twat, and began my own devil's dance between her legs, thrusting and swirling my rod in and out of her tender opening, all the while sucking her sweet little tits.
"Oh, yes," she whispered hoarsely into my ear over and over again.
"Oh yes, oh yes," she chanted as our rhythm increased.
"Oh, yes, oh yes," she cried as I drove my cock savagely in and out of her.
"Oh yes," she screamed as her ultimate orgasm erupted. She rammed her steaming crotch against my cock with every ounce of energy in her young body, and moments later my lava-cum was pouring into her, mixing with her love juices and finally, dripping out of her opening onto the bed.

* * *

After that first time, there was no stopping us. The fact that I was 23 and she was 13 didn’t matter. She turned into a total sexual tiger and we had fuck-and-suck marathons every day that her mother worked. She’d come over to my cottage in the afternoon after lunch. Sometimes she’d drop her shorts and panties at the door and come into my room just wearing her tee shirt, with her hairless young cunt peaking out tantalizingly from beneath the hem of her shirt. Other times she’d leave her shirt and shorts behind and come into my room wearing only panties, with her sweet small young breasts standing up for my attention.
She also quickly caught onto my enthusiasm for young girls’ panties and kept wearing new ones. She’d wear frilly ones, ones with cute colorful stripes and, sometimes, ones for little girls with teddy bears, and Little Bo Peep, and pictures like that on them. Those ones for little girls really drove me crazy because they were so tight across her divine little ass and her succulent pussy mound. She always let me pull them down or, sometimes, for an extra thrill, I’d pull the crotch of her panties aside and stick my cock into her while she still had them on. She’d always wipe the cum off my prick using her panties and then leave them behind.
I was in complete heaven.
But, finally, her mother got in the way. Out of the blue, she decided that Amy should go visit her aunt and uncle and her cousin Samantha on another lake. Amy came to me in tears, saying she had to go for a whole week. We fucked each other frantically for a couple of hours and then I wiped her tears away and reassured her I’d be right here waiting for her when she returned. She left her Cinderella panties with me as a memento.
Later that night I sat on the couch nursing a beer. Because it had been hot, I’d been in my bathing suit all day. As I shifted position, my cock stirred, making me think of Amy and her delicious young body. Her Cinderella panties were lying on the coffee table where she’d left them. I picked them up, dropped my bathing suit around my ankles, and proceeded to jerk off wildly, imaging her juicy young pussy. Soon I pumped my cum into the soft material of her panties and stretched back in satisfaction.
I must have dozed off because the knock on the door woke me with a start. The door is on the other side of the main room of my cottage, behind the couch. So at least I wasn’t splayed out for anyone to see. I turned and peered over the couch, quickly stuffing Amy’s cum-soaked panties under one of the cushions. There was nothing I could do about my bathing suit around my ankles.
It was Amy’s mom, my sister-in-law, Sue. She opened the screen door and peered in.
“Hi there, Rod,” she called out in a friendly voice.
“Hi, yourself, Sue” I said, both intrigued and embarrassed. She hesitated at the door. “Can I come in?”
“Well, actually, you know it’s so hot I’m sitting here in my birthday suit!”
She blushed and laughed. “Well! I’ll just stand here then.” She laughed again, and I thought there was a real twinkle in her eye.
“I came over because I thought you might be able to help me. I seem to have sprung a leak in my kitchen sink. Do you think you could come over and take a look?” She smiled her most helpless-and-grateful-girl smile.
“Sure, Sue.” I paused. “But first I have to get decent.”
She laughed again and turned to go, saying over her shoulder, “Okay, but don’t go overboard.”
I chuckled at that and, after a moment I got up from the couch and, pulled up my bathing suit and went and got my toolbox. As I headed for the door, I suddenly remember Amy’s panties under the couch cushion. I went over and pulled them out. Just the sight of them got me excited and my dick began to swell. I threw the panties into my laundry hamper and left, but my dick would not altogether settle down.
As I headed off down the path through the trees over to their cottage, I couldn't help but think that Sue had no sooner packed Amy odd than she came looking for me. Was she organizing some action? Sue is a seriously sexy woman: a pretty redhead with an ass that won't quit and long, silky smooth legs. On the other hand, she was my brother's wife and I wasn't sure I'd want to let anything get started.
Anyway, minutes later I was under her sink, lying on my back tightening up a nut that had had come loose. I was laying there with my legs apart a bit and I guess there was still a bit of a bulge in my crotch, plain to see. Sue came from another part of the kitchen and stood right over me, leaning over, trying, without success, to see under the sink. Her exceptionally fine tits were also trying to jump out of her tight, low-cut tee shirt. Without success there too, but still worth the view.
“Okay,” I said from beneath the counter. “Look’s good.”
“Yes,” Sue said. “Looks good.” I levered myself up to sitting and looked up at her. She was looking at my crotch, not my handiwork
“Looks real good,” she teased and turned away, giving me a front row view of her delectable ass in super-tight shorts. This was definitely getting more interesting. But, still I stifled the urge to ask if there was anything else that needed my tool or needed a screw. I decided to play it cool and see what she else had in mind.
“Can I give you a beer?” She asked, posing in front of the fridge.
“Sure, that’d be good.” I smiled.
She snapped us a couple of beers and invited me out onto her porch. It was just turning into evening. Warm breeze, cricket and frog sounds; real sweet. We stretched out on a couple of chaise lounges and drank our beers for a moment.
We sat there for a while, shooting the breeze. To my huge relief, she only talked a bit about Amy. She didn’t seem to have any inkling of what we’d been up to almost every day for four weeks.
I refused a second beer and decided to excuse myself. Although I definitely sensed that something might be possible, I think I might have been a bit indifferent after wall-to-wall sex with her young daughter. She looked disappointed but took it with good grace. She patted my arm as we said goodbye.
“Thanks a bunch for coming to my rescue,” she said warmly.
“My pleasure, entirely.” I smiled and turned to go. Then I stopped and looked back at her. “It was nice to get together.”
She gave me a 1000-watt smile. “Yes, it was,” she agreed. “Don’t be a stranger just because Greg isn't here.”
As I walked back down the path to my cottage I seriously wondered whether I’d blown it or not. After all, I might be uninterested tonight, but what about tomorrow?
I didn't have to wait too long to find out. Around midnight, Sue came knocking at my door to ask if I'd like to share a midnight joint.
Sue was dressed in one of those long tee-shirt nightgowns and her nipples showed very prominently through the thin material. When she passed through the light in the right way, I could see that she had what looked like red panties on. This really got me going.
So we had our joint and Sue made her confession: she had been jealous of all the fun she figured that Amy and I had been having – I stopped breathing for a second – "like canoeing and swimming and playing Monopoly" – and then started breathing again – and wanted to have some fun herself.
I reassured her with a masterful portrayal of the indulgent but somewhat bored older cousin, implying that Amy was a nice kid, but, after all, I was a man. Somehow, this struck exactly the right chord – don't ask me how - because five minutes later I was tugging those red panties down over her shapely thighs. Moments after that, I was lapping her pussy like a wild man, after which I fucked her to kingdom come.
For the next week, it was a regular fuck-and-suck-athon. We fucked everywhere, in and out of the water, all day and all night. Sue was just as insatiable as Amy. She really loved it doggy style and also loved getting her butt fucked. And I might add that while Amy’s blowjobs were 100% enthusiasm, her mother’s represented the pinnacle of the cocksucker’s art.
But when Amy returned, she and I picked up right where we left off and Sue retreated into the background without a peep. That was kind of weird. But, hey, Amy had all kinds of new panties – including black ones and lacy see-through ones – which she'd bought while shopping with her cousin Samantha, as well as a pent-up urge to get herself fucked for hours on end, so who was I to get hung up?
But finally the summer came to an end. Amy went back to school, while I stayed up north, but the plan was that she and her family would be coming up to close up the cottage later in the month. Unhappily, Sue's dad suddenly got really sick, so the whole plan got thrown into disarray. As it turned out, they hired Amy's cousin, Samantha, to come up and do all the chores involved in closing the cottage because she was going to be closing up her family's cottage too. Samantha, who was turning 18, was headed off on a trip to Europe later in the month so was really happy with the extra money. Sue called and asked me to be ready to help her if need be, and I agreed.

* * *

Samantha cut her outboard motor back to idle and steered the boat up beside my dock. But even while her boat stayed perfectly afloat, my heart sunk. I realized then that I was curious about this cousin – the one who sponsored Amy's panty-buying escapade earlier in the summer – and I was hoping for something hot. Instead, she had her hair pulled tightly back and stuffed up under a toque, she wore a baggy sweatshirt under an dirty old down vest, and, she sported a pair of baggy sweat pants as well. To top it all off, she had heavy black glasses and a nose-ring. In a word: yuck.
If that wasn't enough, she definitely started off with an attitude: chip-on-the-shoulder, quiet, and humorless. So, as we sped off across the lake, heading for the mouth of the river that would take us over to the lake where her family's cottage was, we were both silent. From time to time I took a peak to see if she was relaxing at all, but all she did was watch ahead and steer the boat.
Five painful centuries later, as we pulled into the slip of their dock, I was ready to throw myself into the lake and be done with it. But then, as she climbed out of the boat ahead of me, I caught a brief glimpse of the waistband of her panties – pink ones – over the edge of her sweat pants and, suddenly, I was a new man. Pathetic but true.
And you know what? The more we worked together the more she relaxed, and the more I saw her quirky sense of humour. She actually became friendly, and so did I. As we got hotter and sweatier with our exertions, she took off her glasses and loosened what turned out to be beautiful long black hair. Later, she took off the bulky sweatshirt and down vest. The slow transformation was intriguing, to say the least.
She was, in fact, one gorgeous young thing. Her tight tee shirt, damp with all her efforts outlined two supreme breasts: large, round, and firm, with rigidly erect nipples. Finally, I couldn't work with those tits staring at me so I took a huge chance and suggested a joint-break. Bingo.
A few minutes later we were high as kites, and our tee shirts were in a pile on the floor. As I sucked and fondled her unbelievable tits, she massaged the crotch of my pants, giving my cock the sort of encouragement from which there is no turning back.
However, she was full of surprises. Just as I thought she was going to pull my dick out and give it some real attention, she jumped up and proposed a swim. Since we didn't have bathing suits, I figured it was going to be underwear only, but it turned out that she had a bathing suit in her backpack. She disappeared into another room and returned moments later in a form-hugging one-piece that settled all of my remaining questions.
We headed down to the dock, still high, chattering to each other, and touching a lot. I dropped my pants and dove in in my boxers, while Sam waited on the dock.
"Come on in – it's lovely!" I called from the water. And it was. The water was still warm even though the evening air was cooling. She smiled and laughed.
"I'm coming to get you!" she cried and dove in.
I whooped and swam off along the shore so she could chase me. When she got pretty close, I turned and swam towards the beach. I ploughed out of the water and ran across the sand towards the trees. As luck would have it there were some beach towels hanging on a line between the trees, so I grabbed them and spread them out for us to lie on. I threw off my soaked boxers, lay down on my back, and let my stiffening prick be Sam's beacon. She emerged from the water and homed in on it. With a big lustful grin but no words, she slowly peeled her bathing suit down, revealing her perfect young body in the bronze setting sunlight. Wow - long dark hair, big round breasts, slim waist, fantastic ass, and that riveting little bush of hair on her pussy mound that points the way to paradise.
As Samantha wrapped her ruby lips around my rigid red rod and began sucking it eagerly, I settled back, looking over her naked shoulder to the gorgeous northern sunset spreading across the horizon and thought: Who needs Thailand?

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