Maan usko apna lun dekhane ko kar raha tha par thabi meri biwi pados ke ghar se wapas agai tabhi main ek dham sida ho gaya to fir raat ko khane ke tim... who fir se mere lun ki taraf dekh rahi thi paar is bhar mera lun khada nahi tha to us waqt mere maan main kyal aya ki lagta hai meri saas ko mera lun chahiye fir raat ko apne kamre me sone ke leye chale gaye meri saas bhi hamare sath hi ek hi bed bur sote hai ek taraf main ek taraf meri saas aur bhich mein meri biwi, raat ko karieb 1 bhaje maine. “Oh my God! Oh my God.. I was making out with my nephew!”she said in disbelief.I pulled the car away from the building as she spoke, notwanting my mom or dad or anyone else seeing that my auntand I had been lip to lip. I pulled under some oak treesand shut off the engine. “Aunt Kristy I am so sorry andfeel terrible. I tried to tell you it was me when youopened the door but you moved too quickly!” I laughedgently, even though I could tell she was still in shock.I could. Anyway here is some information about myself and what happened, ok I am 18 years old from canada, Toronto. well i am originally from Egypt, and moved here 5 years ago, and since moved here i been friend with Ian, well that is not his real name, we been besfriends for almost 5 years now, he help me learn English and the Canadian culture, anyway last Monday ended up having sex with his older sister, and i am freaking out right now don't know what to do, i need any advice, any help. ok me and ian. I made that point very explicit in the adoption ceremony. My heart is at peace now that I'm not helping to return the women to slavery.At 10:55 AM, precisely forty minutes after I entered, the airlock cycled open into the interior of the complex. I quickly entered the building and walked briskly but not too quickly across a spacious reception lobby to a guard station near a bank of elevators.The lobby was very beautiful, as nice as my palace. Polished white marble with green swirls on the.