it took a second glance to confirm she had removed her bra and was obligingly rolling her tank top up, leaving only enough to cover her nipples, while I focused on the mounds of her breasts spilling out all around. I looked down: 10 frames left; I made the girls get off the bikes and arranged two bikes in such a position the four girls could sit on the seats facing me, with the yellow afternoon light full upon them softly. I warned them the film was nearly finished, as I had them cross their legs the same, and had them lean in against each other, tugging Ping’s top down a bit more modestly, but allowing the upper parts of her breast mounds to be prominently displayed; in fairness, I re-did one button up on Trinh’s blouse, then I re-arranged them with instructions to go right ahead, Miss Supermodels, show me what you’ve got! Eight frames of opened thighs, pouting, seductive faces, breasts thrust out to the camera, and legs everywhere, and even one of the four, with Trinh laying across the other three with her blouse re-opened I saw in the view finder, one hand grasping Ping’s breast and her other groping for both a breast of Kim and Phung, and her leg raised, bent with her foot again resting on the end of the bike. My camera pinged end of film’, and I felt like I inhaled for the first time in an hour! If this was my full-time job, you girls would give me a heart attack! That was fantastic girls, I hope the results show truly how erotic you all looked, and I hope you had fun. The four of them slipped down off the bikes, and all kissed each other after the afternoon’s enjoyment, then they came and one by one buried a tongue into my mouth and kissed me thanks’. Someone felt for my groin, and I ran away then, blushing at my hardness. I went inside, put my camera safely on the table and went for my safety net: a beer. The girls took off their shoes and followed, collapsing with giggles and jokes into the sofa and chairs. It was a happy occasion all around I decided, and fun to do! Kim said Now I want bed shots, like Ping and the others! I gulped, my body wouldn’t be able to take the strain; Sorry, Kim as I ticked off reasons on my fingers, no film, light not right, we’re all tired; ah, my bed is not big enough and come on girls, you are all so sexy, I can’t take any more for one day! Next time, ok? I half-laughingly added Maybe we should go away to a resort for a night next time book a king-sized bedded bungalow Trinh replied first Tonight? I shook my head I gave Long the night off, so no car. Ping jumped in We could go to the resort I work at Seizing an opportunity, I said No, Ping, that’s where I took Yen, so that will always be a special place for me and her, understand? She looked rather crestfallen, and Kim just asked When and where, we’ll be ready, right Phung? Phung smiled and nodded, as did Trinh and after a moment, so did Ping. That’s settled for the moment; for some time in the future. I needed to clear it with Yen, however. For now, I had four great films, needing to develop. I sat at the table, but took my beer outside to have a cigarette; Trinh joined me, asking for one cigarette, said she had an occasional one but never bought any. Nodding, I lit one for her, her hand holding mine with the lighter as she said My bed is big enough for two and staring straight at me to ensure I got the meaning. I squeezed her hand, and smiled, but said nothing not sure what to say really, so better keep quiet than say anything to get into further trouble somehow.

Ping came outside, Mr. Steve, Kim asks if you can get the films developed tonight; I said I would take you on the bike. Phung also suggested tomorrow we could all go to a fishing lake where they have those day-cabins, and maybe take photos there there’s one Kim knows not so far and she said it would be perfect; it’s Sunday and, if Trinh is free, and Long can work, we could do it all over again, ok? Trinh agreed readily, but I put on my serious tone to ask Ping Don’t you have study to do tomorrow Ping? Just reading notes; I’ll take it with me, promise. She smiled, knowing she had won, and Kim and Phung from inside, leaning above our heads at the window, cheered. I was so malleable in their hands.

I removed the final film from my camera, doubting we had time to get them back tonight, but needing to buy more films for tomorrow anyway, grabbed my money and joined Ping already waiting with her bike’s engine idling. I slipped on behind and held on as she roared off, knowing the way herself. As I expected, the manager said it was too late to have them ready tonight, but promised tomorrow evening, so I bought five rolls of film he looked at me quizzically, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled and again mentioned the ones he needed to develop were private’. He nodded in understanding, said quietly You should take up this as a professional job, maybe. I said My heart couldn’t take the excitement! and he laughed as we left; soon home to find the others preparing to leave. I had a sudden thought of missing the GP race tomorrow at that point, so moaning I rushed into check the TV guide for the time, and decided I could watch the reply later tomorrow evening, when I would definitely be home, in front of the TV. I told the girls how much I was giving up, just to please them, missing a live F1 GP, and I looked sad as I said But, I will do it for you ladies. They all sighed in unison in sympathy, came to hug me and give me a kiss good night; Trinh asked Ping if she was going home now’, and Ping said she wanted to return the dishes and cooking items to the neighbor, checking Kim had her bowls to take home, and she would tidy my kitchen. Trinh looked at me, smiling in understanding, while I remained mute: my whole life was out of my hands it seemed. I had phoned Long earlier and we agreed he would come about 09.00 so I asked Kim & Phung, and Trinh to be here then, and we would be off.

They said thanks to Ping for her cooking, me for the photos, then the four girls had a secret group discussion, excluding me for some reason, all kissed, and the three went home. Ping did return the borrowed items, and came in to find me catching up on BBC News, and she said quietly Are you mad if I stay here, Mr. Steve? No, Ping, not at all; I just worry about your feelings and getting you hurt if I can’t give you 100 what you deserve. That’s what does concern me, truly, Ping; I love you, you are a wonderful young lady, but not in the way I feel I love Yen; do you understand this Ping? Yes, Mr. Steve, I understand, and this is what I agreed with Yen: she is first, I know, so I can be second, right; love you as I do, and you love me as you do. It wasn’t a question, totally rhetorical, and she quickly answered herself There, see, life can go on happily and she came and kissed me, adding she was going to shower as it had been a long day. You did a great job today, Ping, the food was great, and you did so well; I was proud. She beamed and I kissed her cheek, aware of my beer and cigarette breath, but she turned my face and kissed my mouth, saying I don’t mind; to me you smell beautiful. I watched the news finished, closed up the house, noting the kitchen was impeccably tidy and clean, and headed upstairs. Ping was drying herself in the bathroom, the towel draped really sexily down her body to a photographer’s eyes, and I smiled at her. She took the towel away, hanging it on the towel bar, and sauntered her nakedness past me, her eyes beguiling as she looked up at my face with a smile. I tried to ignore her haughtily, took off my clothes, and took a cooling shower, taking my time to clean my teeth and gargle it’s almost a fetish of mine to try and have a fresh breath. I looked in at her in the bed, the table lamp on, so I turned off the main light, closed the bathroom door to keep the a/c air contained, and climbed into bed beside her; she smelled fresh and cool, as I lay beside her, seeking her hand to hold along our bodies. She leaned over and kissed me Yes, now you do smell more beautifully, but I don’t mind every way, Mr. Steve and she kissed me long again.

I rolled and cuddled her, my cock awake and finding her thighs opening; I moved fully on top, slurped my fingers in my mouth to wet them, and slid them to her vagina, finding her wet already, so I opened her with my fingers and positioned myself to enter. Ping moved her hands to my buttocks and gripped them, urging me to come inside; I did, gently and slow, but fully, and she sighed contentedly. Tonight didn’t seem a night for long overtures of love-making, not sure why but something suggested to me Ping wanted to cum and cum as quickly as I could help her. Perhaps the photo session I withdrew and dug deep in again, and she dug her nails into me my scratches from Tuan had yet to heal fully I thought absently as Ping’s nails hurt and then I found a rhythm which seemed to please her and as her moans grew in decibel level, I pounded harder, letting my upper body slide down to hers, freeing my hands to squeeze in and fondle her breasts and hold her nipples; I kissed her harshly, grinding my prick into her and she reached her peak, trilling around my tongue in her mouth, pumping her hips up under me, and truly gouging my buttocks with her nails!

Surprisingly, I didn’t cum, so I stretched her channel hard and moved my prick around inside her to give her a little longer climax, an extra thrust then making her shudder and fall back on the bed, and I knew she had climbed the mountain peak and needed descend the other side. I slowed my motions, pulled her so we were side-by-side and stayed right how I was within: deep and hard. I reached under to curl her body close to me, cupping her breast and kissed her forehead and hair as she burrowed against my neck. I love you for being Ping, Ping; good night my second little one using, perhaps unwisely, my pet name for Yen, but in the throes of strong feelings we often speak when perhaps better to shut up. She lifted her head, mouth close to mine and, as I felt the tears drop on me, she said And I just love you, for being Mr. Steve: full stop. She kissed me quickly hard, sniffed, clamped her thighs tightly to keep me hard and inside, and we became quiet and eventually slept without further words.

During the night I had to slip out of her to go to the toilet, and she moaned in her sleep. I came back to bed and Ping had rolled, so I cuddled her from behind and quickly slept again. I woke at Ping’s movements; it was morning and she needed the toilet. I looked at the clock, almost 08.00, so we had a few minutes when she came back to bed, and we just cuddled good morning’. She said You didn’t finish last night, did you? I know from inside me. Don’t I excite you, Mr. Steve? I squeezed her and smiled Oh, Ping, you certainly do! If you didn’t excite me, how could I get so strong and stay inside you for so long? Sometimes, I truly want to make you, the Woman, feel very nice and if I am able to do that, it honestly doesn’t matter to me if I cum or not. Believe me, Ping, I loved what we did. She kissed my cheek Now, I need clean my teeth! I grabbed her head and turned her to kiss her full on the mouth, my tongue searching for hers. There I said, Come on, time for showers and get ready. What are you wearing today? She said You go downstairs and I’ll surprise you, promise. I finished and made my coffee, cleaning my camera and loading a new film. Ping re-appeared in a local version of a bikini: almost a strapped t-shirt top and full short-legged pants; not what I had expected certainly. The others will have surprises too, I think. Do you like? Well, not quite what I thought I paused as she removed her shorts, beginning to reveal a very different view…

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