We met up at an mrt station and when I saw him was I in for a treat. He was this big buff indian guy wearing a tight shirt. Thoughts already started r...nning through my head like how big is his cock, could I even take his cock in my ass in the first place. We checked into a budget hotel and as we entered our room he said he needed to bathroom. When he came out he was only wearing boxers and his dick looked like a monster behind those boxers. I got a hard bulge in my pants and I couldn’t hide it. ” Monday morning, I strode into Miss Pasternak’s classwearing the new cotton slacks I insisted on buyingSunday. They were the tightest trousers I’d ever worn. “Good morning, Patty,” I said as I sat down. “Good morning, Henry. I certainly enjoyed my weekend.How was yours?” “Henry?” “Yes, Miss Pasternak?” “Are you ready to tell the class about Mr. Lincoln’sEmancipation Proclamation?” “Yes, Miss. .. well I didn't think it was that kind of shudder. It was pretty obvious that her cultural compass was pointed due north.I decided we'd had enough of this particular philosophical discussion. "If you're not hungry at all we can just go straight to the graveyard."She blinked. "I am hungry," she said.The Harvest Moon turned out to have things she liked. I was greatly relieved, especially since they have a takeout and delivery service. That gave me at least one safe source of victuals for this. Since he was completely in charge, Uncle Bill would also distribute family members for the evenings sexual delights and send us on our way. Most evenings it was a couples affair, with participants pairing off. Occasionally, however, he would spice up the evening with a threesome. Initially, I guess as an orientation period for me, I was paired with Aunt Dorothy or in a threesome with Uncle Bill and her. I remember my second family night, as well. That particular day everyone had indeed been.