Accepting Cultural Differences!

"H-Hi there~ Y-You must be... oh, what was your name again? I-It's nice to meet you..."

A crimson blush on the American mother's face as she tried her best to, politely, wrestle his hands away from her backside. And she thought her own country's culture was physically intimate! Julia was now glad that her husband had gone to work early. He might not have been as understanding...

It took a few awful, embarrassing moments before the Asian male dethatched his face from her cleavage. Leaving behind a wet patch of snot and drool on her dress. But there didn't seem to be a hint of remorse behind his actions. Instead, he flashed a yellowed, crooked smile. His breath assaulting her nose with pungent, rotten stink.

"My name is Tsong! This is one of many traditional greetings!! Show me house! Give me food! American women need discipline!!"

His awful, putrid voice and hyperactive demands quickly got on Julia's nerves. But as a gracious host, the blonde mother decided to oblige. Giving a full tour of her home. Much, much bigger than Tsong's old home. A sprawling, upper class home with spacious, clean rooms and fine furniture and decorations.

"And over here will be your room. If you want to place your bags in here and-"

Turning around, Julia's blue eyes went wide in shock. Looking back at him now, she could fully see just how ugly he was. Not that she would ever tell him, mind you. But what she couldn't refrain from mentioning was his current actions. Tsong had stopped a few feet down the hall from her and was openly drooling some of the family pictures. More precisely, ever photo that had her and her daughter in them. Openly grinding his fat, sweaty bulge against a portrait of the two them together!