A distant relative had come to visit us with his family (only wife). She was a real bomb, juicy lips, tight big boobs, nice spankable ass and all the ...ttributes of a sexy hot aunty. They were given my room and as my father snored like a pig and I and my brother did not get along well so sleeping with them was never an option for me. Hence I slept on the couch in the drawing room. My aunt’s name was Shruti, I use to call her Shruti aunty and ever since I met her the first time I was lusting for. Nevertheless, I approached the house. I was not far from the entrance when a massive man came out of the ?men? door, looking very sweaty, maybe a truck driver. He looked at me and grinned. ?You will like it in there?, he said to me. I was a bit bewildered by the statement but immediately thought he was ironically referring to the ?cleanness? of the toilettes. But the moment I entered the door I knew what he had meant. Walking through the little vestibule area with its washbowls, and turning. If it was a strain on Meg, it didn’t show. In fact, she seemed to be having fun with all these house guests. I assumed she was getting some help from Yolanda and Georgia, and it turned out I was right. It was back to my normal workday on Friday. I wasn’t first at the breakfast table, however. My boys were still operating on partial Chicago time, so they were up early and sitting at the table with their cereal and orange juice. I started the coffee, and was off to the office before eight. It. He closed his eyes momentarily to think of Pat, his Personal Assistant. God he would love to get down and personal with her but knew he should keep a professional stance. He thought of her often, perhaps a little too often, for a married man. But she was a cracker! He knew that he just needed to get her into his way of thinking and knew that he now had the perfect opportunity to start this. He glanced down at the email to see the Travel Show invitation and picked up the phone. Moments.