See Lai

Chousokabe Yohko

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The Lusty Housewife!

Front Pose - popup image or album - Her lust was insatiable. But she knew it was beyond her control...

Back Pose - popup image or album - Throughout the day, after her husband went to work, she tried hard to satisfy herself. But to no avail...

Nude - popup image or album - Which is why, every night she sat there naked; waiting for her husband to return.

I am sure that you could help her out.

Well, it's almost time for me to get ready for tonight's Halloween party (at our house). Hope Mrs. Ng behaves like Chousokabe Yohko!

Cheers!

Yes, She Left Me...

She was wild, but always under my control. The fun we had since I saw her almost one and a half year ago, is simply indescribable.

She always felt special when I firmly held her and gently moved her around. But, we weren't always gentle. At times, we would let go all our control, and that was the time a lot of folks were really jealous about us.

She used to purr whenever I gave her a gentle but firm pat, and every single time we were together, eventually we would always end up being (quite) rough!

At times, we almost lost our senses, but those were the times when we really had prolonged and ecstatically orgasmic fun.

However, yesterday, something went wrong. For the first time in our one and a half year relationship, there was some hindrance. That was when she decided she had to leave me. Almost unwillingly, she left. But before she left, I felt that she wanted to say:

"Let us see how it goes... And who knows, before you know I am gone, I might soon come back."

Yuu Kinoshita

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The Naughty Housewife!

Front Pose - popup image or album - Like a slut, the naughty housewife sat on the steps; as she smoked while waiting (for you)...

Back Pose - popup image or album - Finishing her cigarette, she decided to enjoy her bath...

Aroused - popup image or album - Highly aroused, she enjoyed the pleasure of her overpowering sensations as she fondly caressed herself...

No woman should be abandoned in such a pitiful state. About time we visited her!

Cheers!

You Never Know...

…about what you are in for with Bert.

Browsing certain medical web sites, I was surprised to see the window behind my desk illuminate. The orangish patterns flickering on the pale green curtains cast a mesmerizing effect upon me; and I was almost hypnotized as I watched the splendid dance of lights.

But soon I broke out from my stupor by cries of help. Within seconds it dawned upon me that behind the drawn curtains of the window facing the garden, Bert would have been meditating in his teepee. As I leapt out of my study, the cries of help escalated to a shrill female-like sound highlighting a distinct sense of urgency. Yes, Bert was screaming in the garden.

By the time I reached the front garden, Catherine and my wife were already there. My kids were standing near the front door, and one of the maids was rushing with a bucket of water. Bert's teepee, or what remained of Bert's teepee was ablaze and thick smoke was steadily rising from the fire.

Mrs. Ng had also rushed from her house and into our garden. Seeing her dressed in a short nightie, of course without any underwear, even during that critical moment I paused for a while to admire her sexy curves.

Shouting at Bert and the maid to step aside, I ran towards the garden hose and within minutes subdued the fire. Whether Bert was injured or suffering any burns, was the last thing on my mind. I was more worried about the lawn, plants, and flowers. After all, I have spent a long time and painful efforts to cultivate my garden.

Two nearby neighbors also came around, but I ensured them that there was no need to worry and everything was under control, and no, there was no need to call the fire services.

Well, to a certain extent, I am mostly responsible for this accident. Of lately, I had suggested that Bert could enhance his meditations by burning offerings (like the Chinese do) to the spirits of his past life mother and siblings (more about that in the link above). And when it comes to teepee, Bert and I are no match for the Indians (Red Indians) who are masters in the art of erecting teepee(s) that can support fire (through the central hole).

Apparently, Bert must have been overly enthusiastic in burning his offerings, and therefore the accident. Such accidents are nothing new in Hong Kong and occur frequently when locals burn offerings to their (dead) ancestors. The only difference is that they go to a hill or mountain-side graves to burn offerings, whereas I was encouraging Bert to do the same in my garden.

Anyway, everything settled and under control, I let Mrs. Ng, Catherine, and my wife accompany Bert inside the house. They were being overly sympathetic to Bert and were asking him questions about his (probable) injuries as if he were a baby-boy. Not paying any further attention to them, I switched on all the garden lights and inspected my plants and flowers. No serious damage done, but I will only know for sure in the morning. The maid asked me if I needed a flashlight, but I waved her away into the house.

Back inside, I fixed a drink for Bert; and allowed myself to have one as well. Dragging him outside with his drink, I took him to the far end of the garden where no one could overhear us. Making gestures for him to remain quiet, I started whispering to him:

"It looks like they (his past life mother and siblings) have accepted your offerings, but they sure are pissed on you..." I glanced over at the burnt teepee in the center of the garden and shook my head.

All this while, Bert's facial expressions were undergoing usual and predictable changes. With eyes like a frightened rabbit, Bert also started whispering, "Is that why they burnt my teepee?"

Tricky question! If I said yes, that would mean Bert would have to continue his winter meditations out in the open. For a guy who hails from Rochester, MN, Hong Kong winter would be like mild summer. Still, that would be very cruel of me. If I said no, that would mean I would have to help Bert erect yet another teepee.

Besides, according to my original plan, the time for directing this saga (of Bert) to climax requires that the Orion star system must precisely align on Bert's head during his meditations. There's still some time left for that to happen. And therefore, I took the easy way out - not to answer him immediately.

"Let me think about all this..." I assured him with a pat on his back. And continued, "I will meditate tonight and let you know by tomorrow. I suggest you complete your meditations in your bedroom before you go to sleep. And remember! Not a single word of all this to Catherine or anyone else. For them you are just learning the Buddhist meditations of spiritual awareness."

Even though badly shaken, Bert still managed to smile; as he said "yes Master!" And after finishing the drinks, we both stepped inside. I was particularly in a hurry, as I was getting impatient and wanted to feast my eyes on the seducing Mrs. Ng.

Well, any suggestions of how we should further guide Bert?

Cheers!

Note: I haven't answered many comments lately, but I will answer them (later) tomorrow.

Model Of The Week

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HOOLALA!

The results for October, Model of the Week - third week are astounding! A total of 712 votes were cast.

The results are as follow:

Hwang Eun Ju (album), Korean, is the Model of the Week with 473 votes, or the highest number of votes any model has received at See Lai in almost one year!

Holy Lucifer! What gives?

Roong Ratikarn (album), Thai, is the first runner up with 124 votes.

Despite her seductive pose, she lags far behind Hwang Eun Ju (above).

Finally, Mimi Yu (album), Chinese, finishes as the second runner up with 115 votes.

Matured Mimi isn't having too much fun. Well, next time, may be.

This week, we concentrate on Japanese, Thai, and Chinese:

Hikaru Kawamura (album), Japanese, poses naturally; and our attention is transfixed on her boobs!

Pu Ratchanok Sansuwan (album), Thai, stands there smiling at us. Even she believes that boobs are her best bet for votes.

Zheng Ya Ping (album), Chinese, is breath-taking to say the least. Hwang Eun Ju, beware!

As usual, votes have already started pouring in. Continue...

Cheers!

You can vote once in a 24 hour cycle until next week, meaning once everyday.

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Painting

I am a painting that is always erased.

Cheers!

The Lady Assistant

My plan was simple. An early Saturday morning appointment with Count Chan (Dr. Chan), I let Bert accompany me to Count Chan's private clinic.

Even before reaching the clinic, I could clearly see what was about to transpire...

Bert would occupy Count Chan with all his stupid questions like "does blood flow from heart to brain and then to the feet? And if so, how long does one cycle take before it returns? Does blood flow faster in short people?" And so on...

Count Chan, in his usual style, would close his eyes and think for a while before he answered Bert's questions. And I would take the opportunity to sneak out of the room with Count Chan's lovely and sexy lady assistant.

Leading her to Count Chan's "inspection room," I would gently rub her hands down from my chest to the region around my pelvis. And, complaining of pain in different parts of my abdomen, I would let her hands gently brush the hard and erect feel of my manhood.

Going by her looks, if she really were a normal woman, she would be highly aroused. And as soon as I gently bit her ear, she would end up hot and what not?

Perhaps, forcing myself to remember some absolutely sad events in my life, I might also be able to manage some tears. Seeing which, oh how her womanhood would engulf me in her tender yet uncontrollable stupid feelings? Most probably she would hug me tight, and I would bury my face in the cleavage of her breasts. Smelling her smooth silky breasts, I would let my hands wander... And, pretending to be absent-mind, I would firmly hold her behind.

Maybe we would lie down on the cold steely bed, she on top of me. And pulling out a condom from my back pocket, we would rock to the rhythm of an imaginary no-destination-in-mind locomotive until kingdom come!

With such thoughts in mind, Bert and I arrived at Count Chan's private clinic. Upon entering, my eyes wandered around every nook and corner, but Count Chan's lady assistant was nowhere around.

Instead, we were led by a (probably) 300 pound huge 'Gweipo' (western lady) to Count Chan's private chambers (consulting room). Imagining (just in case) the 300 pound Godzilla on top of me, I couldn't even visualize the feeling of being crushed. Even horror has a limit!

Upon asking Count Chan... "Your lady assistant told me she had the file of my reports ready and she was going to give me today. Where is she?"

He monotonously replied, "She is on a long vacation and will be back in November."

Oh fuck the heavens, fuck Bert, fuck Count Chan, and fuck Godzilla. What did I do to deserve this?

Half an hour later, I emerged out of Count Chan's clinic with Bert; only to be told that soon I would be going under the knife. In fact, so soon that I might not be able to enjoy Count Chan's lady assistant before I am "done."

Cheers!

Note: Models change tomorrow.

Kathy Liu

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She Can't Wait No More!

Front Pose - popup image or album - She kept waiting for you as she sat there with spread legs...

Side Pose - popup image or album - She felt hot and stripped down to her panties...

Topless - popup image or album - Dressed in sexy panties and what resembled a long scarf, she stepped out in the garden to seduce anyone who came along. No, she isn't a slut. But tired of waiting far too long for you, she decided that come hell or high water, she wanted to bonk!

Won't you hurry up before they bonk?

Cheers!

Bunny Bytes

Go read Dicey at Bunny Bytes. Beware! Unique blog design!

Cheers!

Friends In Town

When I started this blog/site (See Lai), I had no idea that I would end up meeting a lot of people from around the world, some of whom are now very good friends of mine to say the least.

John of Stone Camel, a regular commenter and reader of See Lai, and his beautiful wife Ally; are two such people, whom I consider as my very close and best friends (alongside others).

Logically, John and I must have seen each other at Clark Air Base in Philippines, when we were both working for USAF. However, yesterday (Wednesday, October 20, 2004) afternoon was the first time we met each other. Stepping out of the "Arrivals" gate at Hung Hom railway station, a springy and handsome John, and his beautiful and cheerful wife Ally, greeted me. All three of us felt as if we had known each other forever.

A quick ride to the hotel and after John and Ally checked in, we had almost four hours before the special party at night. Four hours being too short for me to introduce Hong Kong, I ended up as Hong Kong's worst tourist guide!

Another quick cab-ride to the Star Ferry Pier in Tsim Sha Tsui, I took them (John and Ally) to the waterfront. This is how my introduction went:

"This is the historic Star Ferry, and here in front of you is Victoria harbor. Across the harbor, over there, you see these huge buildings. That is 'Central,' Hong Kong. Victoria harbor is shrinking because Tung and his cronies are filling it up with reclamation projects. To your left over there you see Causeway Bay, the most polluted area in Hong Kong. On the right, you see Sheung Wan, and beyond that you would find Aberdeen; not a particularly interesting place.

The top of that hilly-mountain is called 'The Peak.' Mrs. Ng lives there. And that building opposite and across the harbor is the new convention center. The bird like building was designed specifically for Hong Kong handover, where a stupid prince Charles handed over the keys of Hong Kong to an equally (or more) stupid Tung Chee-hwa.

The oldest thing you see right now, apart from the clock tower and the ferry pier(s) is probably the huge 'Hitachi' neon sign near Wan Chai. That neon signboard (billboard) has been there since I first came to Hong Kong. Now let us take a historic ride in the historic Star Ferry to Wan Chai."

There! Hong Kong introduced in less than 10 minutes! How 'bout that?

A ferry ride to Wan Chai, I tried to take pictures of John and Ally with Victoria harbor and IFC2 building in the background. The fog, smoke, and dust, however, ensured that only John and Ally's faces appeared with a grayish background. This, despite the powerful ability of a beautiful digital camera that belongs to John.

Walking through the buildings in Wan Chai, including the new convention center, I guided them past the Wan Chai girly bars and into Carnegies - a sort of decent bar in Wan Chai, Hong Kong. Settling down on a cozy table in the corner, we had a great conversation as we sipped the beer. Here was a very intelligent man, John, who not only flew many of the same aircrafts that I flew in USAF, but who also shared my interest in researching topics which are over and above the mundane - Vedas, Time, Spirituality, and so on. Of course, since both of us are married to beautiful Chinese women, our conversation also focused on how wrong most people are in believing that Asian women are subservient! Ally just kept smiling during that part of our conversation.

A not so very quick ride back to Tsim Sha Tsui via the Cross Harbor Tunnel in a cab (taxi), I concluded my tour-guide role by informing John and Ally that the Cross Harbor Tunnel was the first under-sea tunnel in Hong Kong. Pronto, expeditious, fast, you name it but I think that was the best Hong Kong tour including "Everything you wanted to know about Hong Kong," in less than two and a half hours.

Back in 'Banana Leaf Curry House' in Tsim Sha Tsui, we had dinner that mostly comprised of Thai delicacies. The food was alright, but the decor had deteriorated since I last visited the place.

Almost 08:30 pm, and I started receiving calls from Joyce and Ani, as they had both arrived. Even though I screwed up the timing and venues, I really appreciate how both Joyce and Ani did their best and ensured that the special See Lai anniversary party was a great success.

Joyce had taken early leave from her office in Taiwan, almost rushed to board her afternoon flight from Taiwan to Hong Kong, and punctually arrived in Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong. Ani was also very punctual, and further to my special invitation and request, accompanied her mother who had flown in from New Zealand. I was very eager to meet Ani's mother and was very glad that she accepted my invitation.

Greeting them all near Holiday Inn - Golden Mile, I noticed how graceful Joyce looked despite the tiring day and equally tiring flight. Ani was dressed in sharp black one piece, a beautiful dress, and looked overwhelming! However, my heart sunk to my shoes when I saw Ani's mother. Equally beautiful as Ani, she looked so fresh, young, and energetic, that suddenly I started feeling very old. Soon we would be joined by yet another beautiful girl called Vicki.

Smart ID? What Smart ID?

Are We Having Fun Yet?

Since last year, Hong Kong Government is issuing 'Smart Identity Cards" that come with microchips and what have you. Typically, you return your old plastic identity card and get this new flashy thing.

Anyway, to cut the story short, two weeks ago I went to Wan Chai immigration towers for pictures and procedures, and today morning; I was supposed to collect my ‘Smart ID’ card from Wan Chai.

Arriving punctually at the stroke of 11:00 a.m., I was requested to sit facing a wall (I kid you not) and wait for them to call my name. However, within less than ten minutes, I received my so called 'Smart ID' card.

The obese Mata Hari (immigration officer) sitting behind the counter requested me to check and verify my 'Smart ID' details on a monitor screen, following which, she told me that I could also check my information on "Self Service Kiosk."

It is this Self Service Kiosk or in short SSK, I want to warn you about! Walking from the obese Mata Hari's counter, I approached one such SSK. Designed like those interactive payphones you find in airport lounges, the SSK had a neat slot on bottom right; where you would insert your so called 'Smart ID' card.

Without much fanfare, I inserted my newly acquired 'Smart ID' into the slot and... NADA! NIL! Nothing happened. The screen didn't change to anything (either English or Chinese). And the electro/mechanical cunt swallowed my card for good!

Feeling a bit nervous, I picked up the handset, only to hear automated recording of a hoarse cow asking me to insert my 'Smart ID;' in three different languages (English, Cantonese, and Mandarin).

At this stage, I must remind overseas readers that one must always carry their Hong Kong identity card or passport with valid stay permit with them at all times. Otherwise it is an offence and you could be charged a fine, not to mention all the related hassles. Anyway, to lose my 'Smart ID' card in less than 5 minutes after I got it, was something I could take no more!

Exercising inhuman control, I stood there punching and pressing any thing I could, but the irritating automated voice kept repeating "Please insert your 'Smart ID' now."

Unable to control anymore, I started shouting loudly, "I already did you greedy cunt!"

As I wildly punched on the interactive screen while swearing loudly in both Cantonese and English, other folks waiting for their 'Smart ID' started feeling nervous. Soon another obese Mata Hari dressed in dark navy blue tent (immigration officer uniform) appeared at the scene (to help me).

Inserting the key at the back of the SSK (Self Service Kiosk) machine, she tried to retrieve my 'Smart ID.' That is when shivers ran down my spine...

For as soon as she turned the key, the screen went blank, the system booted itself, and boldly displayed on the screen I could see:

Microsoft Windows 2000 Professional

Holy Mother-fucking Divine Monkeys! Has the Government lost it? Trusting its almost seven million residents’ MOST PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL information (Smart ID) to Microsoft?

I am aware about the obscene terms I am writing above. But despite having said/written this, I am still in a state of shock!

I mean there are hundreds of safer systems in this world. IBM and UNIX are two names that come to my mind. But Microsoft?

The horror continued...

Despite Mata Hari's repeated efforts, my 'Smart ID' won't come out! Fuck me lord and fuck me hard! For I was a buffoon to insert the so called ‘Smart ID’ in the kiosk.

Realizing she wasn't having much luck, Mata Hari then asked me the most dumb question I have heard regarding personal identity cards in Hong Kong: "Do you have another Smart ID?" By the way, it is an offence to carry more than one ID on your person. I just gave her a very hostile look and she ran away to fetch a colleague's (who must be at least as old as I am) 'Smart ID.'

Upon returning, she inserted her colleague's 'Smart ID,' and all this while I was observing the screen that now said "Touch Base Systems" or something. A mother-fucking personal computer with interactive monitor and a card reader probably connected via Internet or Ethernet somewhere in Hong Kong is all that it is!

Anyway, eventually I got back my 'Smart ID' card, but...

What comes to your mind? Virus? Hackers? Your info distributed around the world thanks to Tung Chee-hwa's governance and his intolerable brilliant ideas?

Who the fuck signed on Microsoft contract or tender? And as citizens/residents do we have a voice in this (more than) alarming fact that I just uncovered by accident?

How safe is 'Smart ID?' And why hasn't any newspaper or journalist in this town noticed this particular fact and possible security breach?

One thing is sure from now. I ain't inserting my 'Smart ID' in any electro/mechanical cunt starting from today. No public library, driving license, or any other additional info that they offer to put for free on your 'Smart ID' card will ever make it to my so called ‘Smart ID’ card.

Readers beware. Especially Hong Kong residents.

Cheers!

Model Of The Week

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Here We Go Again...

Here are the results for October, Model of the Week - second week. A total of 718 votes were cast.

The results are as follow:

Lee Fan Lan (album), Chinese, is the Model of the Week with 264 votes.

Her inviting posture must have raised "expectations" for many!

Eri Sayama (album), Japanese, is the first runner up with 230 votes.

Looks like cleavage power lost to spread legs.

Finally, Looktan Chanutdha (album), Thai, finishes as the second runner up with 224 votes.

Perhaps, her nipples should have been more obvious. Not bad though...

For this week, we have... Korean, Chinese, and Thai:

Hwang Eun Ju (album), Korean, is a seductress; born to arouse!

Mimi Yu (album), Chinese, is lost in thoughts, and unaware that we are watching.

Roong Ratikarn (album), Thai, poses gracefully, and is inviting us to um... enjoy!

As usual, votes have already started pouring in. Continue...

Cheers!

You can vote once in a 24 hour cycle until next week, meaning once everyday.

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What Was Happening?

I am receiving emails from people who believe that either I am dead or on my deathbed. This reaction must be with regards to my decreased frequency of posting (here at See Lai). Well, let me tell you what was happening, and no I am not on my deathbed yet...

After six months of convincing, I finally welcomed my headmaster/principal from Switzerland. It wasn't difficult for me to recognize him even though I hadn't seen him for 30 + years when he expelled me from the (international) boarding school. Besides, it is easy for you to recognize anyone from Switzerland. They look and walk like they are 'Alice in Wonderland.'

Walking like a huge meatball on two sticks of dry spaghetti, he emerged from the "Arrivals" gate looking around; as if he were an orangutan on a surprise trip to Disneyland in China. How feeble did he look? Yes folks, he did!

Momentarily, I drifted back in time and reactively; I tried to caress my back. Oh how powerful his hands were back then. Back when he was young and even then 25 years elder to me when I was a difficult teenage brat. At that time, he felt no compunction in using his cane to beat the shit out of my back on every possible opportunity presented to him (which by the way manifested quite often or almost regularly).

And what an idiot I was when I had thrown all the homework books of my fellow students (mine included) in the pond when I had not completed a very important assignment. A great institution for education, the school really was. However they were a bit short on explaining Newton's laws of physics. Had I tied all the books with rope/thread/string, the books would have sunk and wouldn't have ended up floating on the pond long after I rushed back, and therefore; I wouldn't have been expelled.

Not that this solitary incident was responsible for the events that followed thereafter, which by the way resulted in my having to say involuntary "good-byes" to the school, friends, and teachers. In fact, the troublemaker-index was rising steadily over eight years (age 5 ~ 13).

Seeing him (headmaster/principal) almost dragging himself on his feet towards me, for two seconds I had the thought that even in my present condition (health), I had the perfect opportunity and the strength to beat the shit out of him. Revenge if you will, for whatever I had to endure in my tender age.

But soon my vengeance gave way to my worship of his kind efforts and perhaps controlled rage resulting from trying to educate someone like me. Had it not been for his/their (almost) daily punishment of writing words/spellings/meanings 300 times at the end of the final period (almost) everyday, my vocabulary might have been as limited as most of my fellow countrymen. And I would still have been stuck up with the horrible habit of pronouncing the word - module as ma jol. Of course, I would still be dropping 'u' from 'colour' (and likewise). In fact, I still drop the 'u', but does it matter? What the fuck?

Now y'all know why I am quirky?

Driving back home with him, I ensured that Catherine and Bert had moved (temporarily) to my study with mattresses and blow-up pillows. Of course the big and wise eagle was going to occupy the guest bedroom!

Now y'all understand why I couldn't post much for a couple of days? The last thing I would want was for Bert and Catherine to see See Lai boldly displayed on my monitor screen in my study. Besides, I didn't want to be an onlooker of their love-making activities.

A couple of days with my family, he (headmaster/principal) didn't spare a single opportunity to tell my wife and kids what sort of bad and naughty boy I was.

"Ron paid friends to do his homework. He (Ron) got promoted because he was the only one talented in music and therefore the only one who played drums for the P. E. drill. And he slipped out of windows at night and wandered around and started smoking at age 12, god knows who gave him the fags (British word for cigarettes)..."

In short, during his stay at our house in Hong Kong, the old weasel portrayed a picture of me and my history with such bright colors that my wife and kids, who previously were more than impressed by my accounts of my life, started seeing me in a different light.

Gone were my stories about how righteous and well principled I was, how I always worked very hard to attain and achieve my goals, how my kids should follow in my ideal footsteps or what have you. Instead, the almost 72 year old ensured that after hearing what they had, my wife and kids would think that even Al Capone was a saint compared to me.

Anyway, sending him back to Chek Lap Kok International airport and his onward journey to tour Asia (not that he can bonk any hookers at this age), I had tears in my eyes during the farewell and I told him:

"If I am reborn on this planet, I would still always want to come to your school and be your student. Thank you, thanks a lot for everything that you and the other teachers did for me. I will always be grateful and remember you all."

He no longer works for the school, he still lives in Switzerland, and he is very happy. Especially happy because I sponsored his entire Asia trip just so that I could see him once again.

Parting, he said these few words:

"Ron, you are unique. I am glad I met you."

I am still thinking. Does he mean I am beyond repair? A hopeless case? Was I a subject or matter of interest for his personal study? And if he was glad, why did he expel me?

All I can think of is that "God Moves in a Mysterious Way."

Cheers and take care!

Pla Inchukorn

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The Dame Who Loves To Be Naked!

Front Pose - popup image or album - She sat there playing with water as her tits revealed her heightened desire...

Side Pose - popup image or album - Exposing her cunt/fanny for the world to behold, she decided to clean the van...

Back Pose - popup image or album - All clean, she decided to proceed naked...

A definite and welcoming target for hard-on.

Cheers!

Sakura Shiratori

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The Dame with Volcanic Libido!

Front Pose - popup image or album - Her desire was so strong that she had to crush her teeth and pull her plaits...

Side Pose - popup image or album - Her lust burst out as she undid her bra...

Back Pose - popup image or album - As soon as you arrived, she signaled you to follow her into the bedroom...

What else can we expect after that?

Cheers!

More Sex

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From Creamlog by Creamy. Need I say more?

Cheers!

Model Of The Week

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And Finally...

Here are the results for September, Model of the Week - fourth week. A total of 728 votes were cast.

The results are as follow:

Megumi Kagurazaka (album), Japanese, is the Model of the Week with 263 votes.

Gifts of nature seem to have helped a lot!

Irene Fah (album), Chinese, is the first runner up with 258 votes.

Should have exposed more, still not bad!

Finally, Pae Watcharaporn (album), Thai, finishes as the second runner up with 207 votes.

A strategically placed left hand would have yielded better results. Well...

For this week, we have... Japanese, Chinese, and Thai:

Eri Sayama (album), Japanese, seems to rely on cleavage power.

Lee Fan Lan (album), Chinese, looks like she has just woken up from her sleep and is inviting.

Looktan Chanutdha (album), Thai, looks fresh, gracious and charming. Besides, she adds the cleavage power element in her pose.

As usual, votes have already started pouring in. Continue...

Cheers!

You can vote once in a 24 hour cycle until next week, meaning once everyday.

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Too Much Fun

I am having too much fun sleeping on the bed all day and unable to do much. Will someone read me stories?

Note : I will change models later tonight or tomorrow. So hurry up with your votes.

Cheers!

Asia By Blog

Does Bush and Kerry debate(s) fascinate you? Are you, the American, European, or Japanese reader aware about the real issues at stake in the upcoming US Presidential Elections?

Then you need to read Simon's regular feature - Asia by Blog.

Trying to understand Asia via newspapers or by any other means of information is merely a waste of time.

Cheers!

EXPOSED!

Ah Bo exposes King Tung's regime, and more specifically, how it will fade in oblivion.

Cheers!

The National Day

Not being overly patriotic, as those up north would expect our family to be, the day started as I watched our visionary Chief Executive Mr. Tung Chee Hwa; as he attended the flag raising ceremony. Visionary he may be, but his left eye was having some problems as it had turned to a slit.

While I didn't feel the sudden urge to stand up and sing the anthem, from the comfort of my couch, I did shower my blessings on his remaining three year regime. It is none of my bloody business, but I am compelled to say that Tung's wife dresses ugly. Imagine a scarecrow wrapped in pale pink? You know what I mean.

Catherine and Bert decided to go to Ocean Park, and they also decided that our kids should accompany them. Wonderful! Perhaps Bert and Catherine are trying to experience family outing before they have one (family).

After cooking brunch, even the maids decided they wanted to step out. Again wonderful!

Don't get me wrong, but in a big family with lots of people in our house, it is wonderful to have some day time privacy. Too bad the pets couldn't step out on their own.

As if on cue and somehow knowing that my wife and I were alone, Mrs. Ng, our sexy next door neighbor, entered soon after the maids left.

If you read the post via the link above, you might get a wrong impression. I suggest you type "Mrs. Ng" in the Google box on the right side-bar (pages from See Lai) and read all stories. Or, in short, now Mrs. Ng is also like part of our family.

Anyway, both my wife and I were more than happy to see Mrs. Ng. All three of us shared the same feeling - National Day is a waste of time in Hong Kong, but thanks for the holiday.

Maiko Kazano

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The Typical Japanese Babe!

Front Pose - popup image or album - With eager expectations, she exposed her left boob...

Side Pose - popup image or album - Eventually she decided to expose everything...

Back Pose - popup image or album - Later in the evening, she again started seducing you...

Yes, she always wants more!

Cheers!