The rest of the night was spent in what can only be described as a voyeur's dream, I watched the girls make love to each other, I watched as they expl...red, teased and tasted each other, I listened while they talked of old times and felt guilty when they remembered shared moments of intimacies only they could recall.Later, as the champagne weaved it's spell on us, I told them to sleep in my bed, our bed, the bed I shared with my sister, my lover and I waved away their protestations.I was tired. I would not get it anyway. So why be disappointed. I simply accept whatever you deem to be my labor or punishment or whatever you call it and abide my time.”“You are actually surprisingly wise for a young whelp, in a fatalistic sort of way of course.”“I think I will accept you. Let us go inside and things you want do matter. It is one of lives greatest challenges to find out what one really wants.”I followed him. “This is no mystery to me, Old Man. I want only one thing and that is to grow old. She was crying slightly from the orgasms he made her have.Her pussy juices ran down her legs, and Mr. Lupo happily drank every drop. He continued to make Debbie cum. Mr. Lupo loved her pussy and loved how she responded to his tongue. He, too, was horny and removed his tongue and started to finger her. Mr. Lupo couldn't believe how wet her pussy was while his fingers were in her. He needed to fuck her. He was excited to have her bounce on his cock."Debbie, I want to fuck you. Help me. You must be an active participant too. You have one free hole to grind, isn’t it?” he asked me pointing to Sharath. I said, “Anna, I’ll be taking on Sharath in missionary style while you penetrate Suraj in doggy posture. We will exchange our positions, maybe after 15 minutes. or so, Ok?”Once they were ready, I got Sharath’s hole. My dick lubricated while both of them were into sucking. As we started pushing the tools almost simultaneously, there was resistance and painful groan from both.“No.