I suddenly removed my hands off her.I said, “Sorry bhabhi, I couldn’t keep my hands off you. Sorry if I touched you inappropriately.” She was in...a confusion but not in a state to avoid me. She said, “It’s ok. Please hold me, I am feeling better that way.”Me: Ok bhabhi but my parents might come down if they wake up for water and might misunderstand. Let’s go to my room.She was listening to whatever I said as she was in deep sadness and needed someone to care. We stood up and entered my room. I. “Start with the one that covers you up the most---and work your way up to the one that covers you the least!” he said, laughing to himself as he said it.“Uh, okay, I like that idea, Daddy!”Karl thought: “Am I a genius or what? She LIKES my idea! We are cut from the same cloth!!”“Are you changing too?” she said, still in the bathroom.“Changing?”“Your new underwear. You said you would model yours, too, at the same time. It’s only fair, Daddy!”He had his bag on the bed and got out of his clothes,. I love the feeling of that." Sally turned away toward the the mirror. She hiked up her dress and bent over placing one hand on the mirror. I moved up against her, my cock probing. Sally used her free hand to guide my cock to her opening and I slid into her warm wetness until my abdomen pressed against her soft rear. I paused, enjoying the feeling of my cock thrust deep inside her. A knock at the door startled us both. "Hello, can you please hurry. People are waiting." Sally stood, my cock slid. I lasted long enough despite the two pairs of eyes devouring me in frank passion to coincide with Helen’s climax, and then for the next two hours coupled or sixty-nined with one or the other as the other watched us closely.Finally, as I lay there in exhaustion between my two exhausted lovers, Jenny said, “I think from now on you will meet with each of us separately twice a week, and perhaps we can share you on Fridays and all weekend?”I nodded and looked at Helen, who smiled through her tousled.