Lady of Pattaya: My Mia Farang. Pattaya Dreaming.

Through the transparent nylon shirt hanging loosely over washed-out tight blue jeans one could see the smooth golden skin of her shoulders and arms, two firm buds rose on her breasts. While she charmed me, she also made me timid, distinct signs of independence and pride which are the characteristics of her forebears; the serene traces of ancestral savagery on her face. The engaging energy she radiated warned me that the real dangers of the adventure would be for me, not for her.