She turned around and saw a bald,shirtless brown skinned man with gold teeth and lots of tattoos.“Who is you,” he asked.“Travon’s wife,” she...hissed.“Get back in the room, Minx.”The white boy slithered away.“You probably don’t wanna go back there!”“Fuck you,” she snapped and went down the hall.There was only a curtain hanging where the door should have been. She pushed it aside and saw her 6’2”, sturdy-built, swarthy caramel-skinned man on top of a white woman. She stood speechless.Travon was. After a while the trance was broken and I left the room and closed the door, waiting outside. After about two minutes, I knocked on the door asking if she was done and the door opened. To my surprise she was still in her underwear. I apologized for walking in without knocking and she just waved it off, saying it wasn't a problem but that I had just scared her."Shouldn't you put something more on though?", I said."It's alright I was just getting ready to get in the shower, so if anything I. Tim lead her to the bed were he laid her down gently, never breaking their kiss. The two of them laid in each others arms kissing passionately, exploring each others bodies with their hands. Tim broke the kiss as he slowly kissed his way down her neck until he reached the top of her new outfit. He slowly pulled one strap off her shoulder and lowered one side of her nightie, exposing one of her breast. Tim slowly and gently began kissing her breast and then sucking her nipple into her mouth.. When we reached the table he said, “Say hello to Arthur Chadwick, he’s a Yank. They all looked at each other and said nothing. “Introduce yourselves to this pathetic American teenager while I bring back a couple of pints.”My friends and I talked that way to each other at home. But being a virtual stranger in a far-off land I was intimidated by it. At the same time, I knew I had to accept it as a geographical normality, or I would definitely be excluded from the group. I was miffed that Ryan.