I told Don that mom was in the kitchen and he headed that way. Liz turned and looked around the house shaking her head. I was getting royally pissed n...w. Mom and I lived in a middle class home and it was nicely decorated as mom has good taste. Granted it wasn’t a palace but I was proud to live here and didn’t appreciate this stuck up cunt coming in to my home and putting it down. For mom’s sake I clamped down on my emotions and asked Liz if she would like something to drink. Without even. I emailed her back and thanked her for understanding and made a comment that now she knows how perverted her sister and I are while I’m away on business. I also mentioned that I was glad I didn’t accidentally send her the short video I made on my last business trip. (I realized at this point I was provoking the situation a little bit).This is where it got interesting.My sister in law’s response:“A video?? Wow… I can only imagine. Well, if you ‘accidentally’ send that to me I promise I won’t. It was a individual house, with the landlord family on the ground floor, and me alone on the 1st floor. They were a Tamil family, parents Mohan (52) and Sudha (45) and daughters Vanita (25) and Harita (21) Mohan was an executive with a big firm, heavy smoker and drinker; Sudha, his wife 5’4″, above average looks, a slightly dusky complexion and little plump for her age. Vanita was married and living with her husband in Bangalore. Harita was in her final year of university after. I moved in into. "Lip gloss? What the fuck? I licked my lips experimentally. He was right; Icould taste it in my mouth and I could see its color on the filter of mycigarette. Now, believe me, I wanted to rub it off. But for some strangereason, there was a part of me that wanted it left on.I stood up from the couch. "This is getting too fucking weird, Bret", I said."Let's put these out and get back to class, alright?"The act of standing up gave me such a rush that the world spun crazily out ofcontrol. I knelt.