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In high spirits, our bus arrived in Jinghong at 11:15 AM. Our guide, Yang, said, "Everyone, please be quiet. We'll have lunch at a restaurant, ten people per table. After lunch, we'll return to the hotel for a rest, and then depart at 2 PM for Ganlanba." This arrangement wasn't rushed; it was quite leisurely. The bus stopped in front of a restaurant, a folk restaurant belonging to some ethnic group. Before we had all gotten off the bus, two rows of young girls standing on either side of the entrance started banging on bamboo sticks, keeping a rhythm, and singing a welcome song we couldn't understand. These girls were all dressed in black tops and skirts, flesh-colored stockings, white socks, and black shoes. I didn't know what ethnicity they were, but they were all very short. The driver said that some of these girls were only wearing skirts and no underwear, and tourists could lift their skirts to see. Who knew if he was telling the truth? Who would dare lift a girl's skirt to see what was underneath? Once inside the restaurant, everyone sat down casually. These salesmen, men and women, were all seasoned eaters and drinkers, unlike some women from businesses or houses who would fight for seats at meals, which was considered disrespectful. The food was nothing more than steamed chicken, braised pork belly, salted duck, and pickled fish, etc. The quality of the food didn't matter; the key was to make a living and be able to eat their fill. Each table was given a bottle of baijiu and four bottles of beer—enough. In this setting, who could drink more? They ate and drank, the atmosphere harmonious. The performance on the stage in front of the dining hall began. First, the restaurant staff danced and sang, performing several acts. Then, tourists freely went on stage to sing. A unique feature was that before going on stage, regardless of gender, the restaurant staff would give them makeup and dress them up as ethnic minorities. First, Director Yang went on stage to dedicate a song to our group, "Guests from Afar, Please Stay." She sang quite well; this song required hitting high notes, and she hit all the high notes correctly, and transitioned smoothly through the difficult parts as well. Several more tourists went on stage and sang songs like "The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau," and they all sang quite well. In this kind of setting, no one would volunteer to go on stage without some talent. I also went on stage and sang Yan Weiwen's "Mother," which I suppose was a song specifically for young women. "Someone carries your new schoolbag when you start school...someone wipes away your tears of grievance...ah, that person is your mother, ah, that person is your mom. Ah, no matter how far you go, no matter what you do, you can never be separated from your mom. When you live far away, someone cares about you; when you return home, someone makes hot tea; when you lie in a hospital bed, someone sheds tears; when you smile, someone is overjoyed. Ah, that person is your mother, ah, that person is your mom...ah, no matter how rich you are, no matter how high your position, you can never forget your mom." As I sang, I looked at the young woman. Although we were some distance apart and I couldn't see her clearly, I knew her eyes were full of tears. She missed her child. A mother has been away from her child for more than ten days; how could she not miss him? Fortunately, we will be going back the day after tomorrow. The performance ended, and the next program was truly delightful: drinking the nuptial wine. Two young girls from ethnic minorities, one responsible for serving and pouring the wine, and the other responsible for drinking the nuptial wine, went from table to table toasting. The little girl who drank the nuptial wine was rather short, and she even brought a small stool. Whenever they drank, she stood on the stool, which was quite amusing. Everyone ate and drank, eagerly awaiting the two little girls to join them. After a spirited and anxious wait, the two little girls finally arrived at our table. The ladies were excused from drinking. When it was my turn, the taller little girl filled two small cups on the tray. The shorter little girl picked up one and handed it to me. She put down her stool, stood on it, and also picked up a cup. "Wishing you a pleasant journey and good health, big brother. We are loyal and righteous; little sister toasts you, come on, cheers!" she said in a pleasant voice. Afterwards, we crossed our arms and drank the wine. The wine was a little sweet, somewhere between baijiu and beer, and had a bit of alcohol. No wonder the taller girl didn't drink; this shorter girl probably had a high tolerance for alcohol. After toasting everyone, she must have drunk quite a few cups. After drinking the nuptial wine, I felt it wasn't enough, so I said to the two girls, "Good things come in pairs, let's have another big nuptial wine." "How do we drink from a big cup?" the shorter girl asked. "You just wrap your arm around the back of my neck to drink. Come on, let's have another drink, I promise you'll become more and more beautiful and find a good husband," I said with a smile, wishing her well. "Then let's have another drink with big brother," the shorter girl said, handing me another cup, and then picking one up for herself. This is where things got interesting. The shorter girl's arms were short, and it was difficult for her to reach my mouth after wrapping her arm around the back of my neck. To drink the wine, she had to lean her body against me, and I took the opportunity to press her back against me with my other hand. The girl leaned forward, her smooth little face pressed against my ear, and her two breasts pressed firmly against my chest. Despite her small size, her breasts were indeed very hard and firm. I drank slowly, wanting to savor her face and breasts for a while longer. Attention, tourists! Many of these young women are easy to seduce; I have a friend who did it. The method is simple: prepare 100 yuan and a slip of paper with your contact number. Of course, the slip should contain polite phrases like "Friends from all over the world," "Nice to meet you," "Wishing you ever-increasing beauty," "May you have a good mood every day," etc. Make sure to include a note saying "Please contact me when convenient." This guy succeeded easily in Dali; a young woman even slept with him at his hotel one night. After the young women finished toasting our table, they went to the next table. We had already eaten a few dishes and were eager to get back to rest, so we quickly finished our meal. When we arrived at the hotel, our guide, Ms. Yang, handed out room keys. She said she would come up to get the money right away and told me to get ready. Don't forget, Ms. Yang brought us in at the botanical garden to fill in for us; she gave us a discount on the tour fee, and almost all of our money went into her pocket. We had only been in the room a short while when Ms. Yang arrived. She had us sign the tour contract, and we gave her the money. Director Yang couldn't hide her delight. She told us to rest well, that we'd leave at 2 PM, and then said goodbye. "Little brother, let's go to the bathroom and wash up. My pussy is still full of your semen, my underwear is soaked, it's so uncomfortable," she said. She'd been suffering all morning; her crotch had been constantly wet. "Sis, after I fucked you, didn't you put a sanitary napkin in your underwear? Besides, I wiped it clean as soon as I pulled my dick out. Why is it still so wet?" I wondered. Why was there so much fluid in her pussy? Had she squirted later? "You're so silly, little brother! Do you know how much you shot? Only a small portion came out; most of it stayed inside me. Plus the fluid I released, it was quite a lot. You only care about your own pleasure, but my crotch is so wet and uncomfortable!" It was true. Many times, men don't understand women's suffering. Men should be more considerate of women. We stripped naked and went into the bathroom together. Turning on the shower washed away the sweat and salt, leaving us feeling instantly refreshed. The young woman and I both lathered ourselves with shower gel; our bodies were smooth and soft, especially her large breasts. Touching and kneading them felt even more alluring. Our pubic hair was sticky and clumped together, making our labia appear even larger and more tempting. My penis began to stir. We embraced, rubbing each other's backs and buttocks. The young woman's smooth breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples hard and prickly against my skin, sending shivers of itch through me. My erect penis slid back and forth between her slippery legs. The young woman also arched her genitals, trying to rub my penis with her labia, but my penis and vagina, coated with shower gel, were too slippery. Her little vagina just couldn't stop my penis; the more she couldn't stop, the more she wanted to, so she rubbed her genitals against me harder. "Sis, give your little brother a few nipple massages?" I kissed her fragrant little mouth a few times, asking her to give me a nipple massage. "You little rascal, I'll give you a few, because I like you," she mumbled affectionately, hugging me and starting to twist her upper body, her large breasts rubbing and kneading against my chest, like two big fleshy balls painting. While rubbing with her breasts, she squatted down little by little, rubbing her breasts, her stomach, and finally her genitals, putting my penis into her slippery cleavage and squeezing it, making me feel sore, numb, swollen, and itchy. "Sis, let's change positions, don't get it stuck, I have to go out this afternoon." I couldn't help it; I'd hit the brakes at the crucial moment several times. Hearing this, the young woman stood up and made me turn around. She stood behind me, pressed her body against mine, and massaged my back, lower back, and buttocks with her large breasts. She even held her breasts with both hands, using her nipples as brushes to write my name on my back and lower back. The slight, tingling stimulation was indescribable and unbearable. It felt so good. No matter how much money I spend, I couldn't find such high-quality and attentive service in bathhouses or massage parlors. Isn't this happiness? With life this enjoyable, what more could I ask for or complain about?That was about it. I stood up, picked up the showerhead, and began to wash the young woman's genitals, making sure to clean her thoroughly from the inside out. I even personally rubbed and washed her anus—after all, she was so kind to me; relationships are reciprocal. I cleaned her like a precious treasure, leaving her spotless, and she washed me clean in return. After we finished washing and drying off, we went back to the room, set a wake-up time on our phones, and had a wonderful sleep.

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