As we disembarked from the plane, Grandfather was in the lead and I took up the rear.When we left the Jetway there was yelling and screaming. A hallma...k of our extended family; no one had any clue what an inside voice was. Standing yelling for us was as I found out later, Grandmother’s younger brother and older sister.I heard her brother ask Grandfather who was the giant that they brought with them. I saw the look of surprise on his face after talking to Grandfather as he walked towards. I always fantasized making love to her and masturbated many times thinking of her. She was not used to bike rides so she sat carefully holding the carrier (without holding me), after about 2 min of riding we came over a pot-hole (common on Mumbai roads). I tried to avoid it but could not, my SIL nearly lost her balance but she somehow caught me tightly and we missed an accident. I stopped my bike, we both were shaken, I explained to my SIL to please hold me, in case we come across some other. There was something about thehardness and the warmth that really got to me.When we turned over to let her be on top I thought he'djust resume having me suck. Instead he left the room leavingme a bit puzzled. We fucked a bit more and then she askedme to eat her some more. So there I was back between herlegs with a clit between my lips.I felt his hands on my neck before I knew he was back. Herubbed the soreness away before moving down my back. Ashe massaged me I concentrated on making her cum. I. His response to my (heavily expurgated) copy was (and I quote) "Guznurk" followed by a bout of violent coughing. Later that afternoon Gary sent an email to the effect that this years trip to the Nevada desert was mine. What his response would have been had he seen the full story bellow is another matter. Its the same story every year. The boys return to the office and spend the next two weeks telling us every detail of their visit to Burning Man. For three years I listened to the stories.