Now reporters wanted to know my thoughts on the subject.Each reporter had their own list of questions, but I suspected the interview would be reported...in each magazine almost verbatim. I tried to give thoughtful answers.Q: “Were you aware, when you spoke to the Kurdish soldier that your response would end up going world-wide?”A: “Not really. Oh, I am always aware that just about everything I say or do is being recorded, and I knew there were reporters along, but otherwise never gave it too much. We get directions and go our separate ways.The weekend finally arrives and we make our way to the cabin. Bill is already there. Bill and my wife have a long history of flirting, which turns me on more than I can explain. When we arrive, we all greet each other, a handshake for me and a lingering hug for my wife. She is wearing a pair of loose fitting khaki shorts, brightly colored t-shirt, bra and panties. We all crack open a beer and sit around the campfire making small talk. Bill helps me. Rohan lifted his mom’s night gown half way up and started sucking it. She had pussy hair like me. The sight was weird for me, a son sucking his mom’s pussy. But I was enjoying myself to care about it. In the mean time Roshini also got completely undressed. She had a clean shaved pussy like Reshma. Reshma pulled my boss’s dick out of my mouth started sucking it and kissing me at the same time. Roshini also joined her. We three were sucking my boss’s dick, taking turns and smooching each. As Days went by she got used to the job and started getting along well with me I too started liking her and when there was no work we used to chit chat and spend time my cabin was a private cabin no one from outside could see inside I used to touch her arms and jokingly pinch her cheeks which were like butter this went on for some time and then I started getting more aggressive in my approach I used to pull her towards me and pinch her and sometimes I used to slap her on her big ass she never.