They told us that their names were Margaret and Pete and suggested that we meet somewhere neutral for a get-to-know-you coffee.As soon as they walked ...nto the garden restaurant we had all agreed on George and I exchanged nods and Rene and Jane reached under the table and squeezed our dicks. At least we all felt the same.15The first meeting was a bit awkward with none of us willing to bring up the reason we were meeting until finally Pete said that they were really pleased to meet us and did we. I was terrified someone might recognize me or ask me what i was doing here especially dressed in jeans and a tracksuit top when everyone around was dress up smart. After what felt like ages he came down and just said hello he asked me to follow him inside, we went thought the security doors and instead of following everyone else to the lifts we decided to take the stairs. Still feeling terrified, even more so now as there was so much going on; the fact that this was actually happening! What was. Aunti boli ke ye meri beti Borkha hai Guwahati me padhai kar raha hai, class off hai isliye ghar ayi aur borkha ko bola ye pinku hai tumhari vai jaisa hai. Aunti bola ki tumlog baat karo me khane ka intejam karta hoon. Mujhe bahut khushi hui. Kya batao yar itna sexy ladki ki sath akele baat karne ka mauka milne se vala koi binakhush huwe reh sakta. Usdin me usse karib 15 minute baat kiya aur us 15 minute ke jyada bakt uske boobs ko dekhta raha jo uske t shirt ke upar se thora thora dikhta tha.. ‘Greg Atkinson,’ he said. ‘Greg, this is Stan Bixby,’ a gruff voice said. ‘Me and my partner will be heading out in your direction today. The boss assigned us to help you and the arson task force with that craziness you got going out there in the boonies.’ ‘You sure you really want to come way out here in the forest, Big Guy?’ Greg asked, chuckling. Stan Bixby, a veteran deputy, was a huge man who made no bones about hating the country, exercise, lawyers, and a whole lot of other things. Bixby.