It was trimmed into a lovely landing strip. She was a material woman, though. Every night she wanted a lover. When I became an adult, she encouraged m... to do my own thing and find my own way. So I came to Bangkok to study art, fashion and photography in a college. I had always been an artsy boy. It was painful for me to live in the boys' hostel. They were always eyeing me, teasing me, touching me, mocking me, playing with me, fingering me. Until their teasing would move me to tears. I could not. She indicated I should follow her and we were off to somewhere down a long, very long hallway. Following I noted her as a nice looking individual, this being one of my first personal confrontations with a German person in a very foreign land, my very new experience. I was being offered a chance to bathe and it was, to say the least, all so different from my Army experience thus far.She pointed to the left and turned into a doorway looking back and smiling as I followed.We entered a very large. Then blinked again. You just did not hear girls ring your doorbell and say that. At least not outside of your own male teen head. And this was a real girl. Not one of his fantasies. At least ... he assumed she was. He had never seen her before. Not that unusual in a neighborhood this size, and she definitely looked to be a bit younger than him, perhaps not even in High School yet."Um ... why?" He looked over her head, which was easy to do, trying to see if there were spectators. See if he was. She did not push me away. Her breast were still red and not as swollen with milk as usually.I then told her I know Bill was here sucking on her breast. I know Bill was here fucking her with his black cock in our bed. I pointed to the camera. I then told her I want to see more of her with black cocks .I removed her bottom PJs and there was her pussy cleaned shaven. That was what I could not hear what Bill was asking her to do. I pushed her down on the bed and started to eat her shaved black.