All in all, I was miserable, lonely and sex-starved.I'm not sure which one convinced me to say yes when my co-worker Anna invited me to thanksgiving w...th her family. Maybe it was all three, after all, she was cheerful and hot. Not, drop dead gorgeous hot, just above average and fit. She had long brown hair and smallish tits, but her smile was infectious and she wouldn't take no for an answer.In the days leading up to the holiday, she warned me that her family was...different. They were all. My email ()Unlike others I don’t wanna lie so everything I’m gonna tell is real, it’s a true story and no names changed.I’m Sanjay and was born an brought up in Bangalore, I’m from a middle class family, its only Dad, Mum and I at home, we were living in a decent area from my childhood an had lot of friends. My neighbors were our family friends I used to spend most of my time in their house from my childhood. Neighbor aunt was a tailor n uncle was in state govt, they had a son Raj who was of my. People and the teaching staff were quite friendly to her. She started taking an active part in cultural activities, youth festivals etc. She was getting acquainted with new people, new friends, and new surroundings. The things were seemed to be back on track. We had a short one-day picnic also to get the change. But she didn’t like to be single. I could understand her pain but I knew that time is the biggest heal for her and she was bravely fighting with herself.Everything was going well. We as. Oh shit! I thought. I forgot to hide the weed.“Um… well… uh…” I stuttered nervously.“You know, I don’t mind drinking as long as it’s not often, but weed is a gateway drug. It leads to all sorts of things.”“Oh come on Ms. Robinson…”“No! Not come on! I hate to do it, but I might have to tell your dad or the police.”“Oh please! Don’t call either I’d do anything. Please!”“No Brad. Im sorry, but…” she trailed off, eyeing me and smiling slightly. “Anything?”“Well… yes,” I said, kind of unsure of what.