The next morning, instead of going into the office I drove down to Macon to meet with George Harris. On the drive down, I pondered the possible reason... for this meeting. I hadn't talked to him for more than a year. I was sure that it wasn't a contract problem because we were still under the terms of a contract we had agreed to two years earlier. Clinton Products was the first new account I had signed up when I started with BDS. I had gotten my foot in the door by winning a contract to provide a. He is grunting in between in Punjabi and I cannot understand what it is but it is building the excitement, and he increases his speed, he bites me on my shoulders and kisses me all over my backside, his beard is tickling me and it is a feeling of heaven, he starting to hump me with even greater speed, I ask him was he ready to cum, he said in 2-3 minutes, as I have said in my earlier stories I again say it, sardars have a huge libido and have the strength to go on all night, he humps me for. The man came from around the camera as she laid down. He got on top of her and slipped his erect cock inside her."Oh yeah, sis, that feels great." He said.We both knew who this mysterious guy was. It was Uncle Paul, mom's older brother. He was fucking mom on camera now. I had a full blown erection now."Wow. This is sorta trippy." Emma said as she freed my cock from my shorts. "I'm sorry Cyrus, I know you wanted to take it slower, but this is driving me nuts watching this and not getting any."I. "The poor girl was frightened to death about something."It's a nice day. Do you want to take the books and go for a walk? We'll come back when we get cold. OK?"She was already putting her coat on before I finished asking. I grabbed my Poetry textbook and followed her out the door.We walked and talked for most of the day. Once out of my room, she loosened up considerably. We would sit and I would read her a passage. Then she would take me through it line by line and get me to see what the poet.