There's a difference between making love and fucking. Farm animals fuck because there is no love between them. With humans, if both partners do things... with love and consideration for the other partner, it's not fucking, it's making love." I paused and looked at her and saw that she'd understood what I'd just said."The first night, I did things that brought you to an orgasm, and while the activity was delightful for me, I concentrated all my efforts on making sure you had an orgasm, even though. I went out for roaming and I want to go for a movie and asked if Gopal will he come with me, but he said he cannot come, I went to movie and I came from movie in the middle and I am surprised to see Gopal is fucking my sister very hard, I am looking from window while my sister fucked by Gopal.He cum in her mouth and even after that she is still blowing him so he can fuck her again and he fucked her again in her ass, That day night having Gopal’s cum and I slept and woke up in the middle again. She asked him if he could join. He was hesitant but agreed and he could sense that he could get lucky to have some fun with my wife again. He had no idea that he was going o get a lot more. Next day, we flew for Goa. I had already made the bookings. I told her friend that we will try to adjust in the same room, if there is any difficulty, I will arrange him another room. He was feeling lucky but little did he have any idea that everything was planned.In the evening, all three went to Club Tito. Jill obviously took after her mum, large breasted and chubbier in general though actually the same height as Susan who, like her dad, was much slimmer and had yet to start developing any breasts, though both were very pretty girls. It was during the party that Steve asked Jill if she fancied earning some pocket money babysitting the 2 younger girls and she’d agreed. It was also during the party he’d started to notice her as not just another girl, the fullness of her breasts bulging in what.