I used to spend a whole day in her home whenever I get a holiday. Whenever we were together she used to do lot of naughty things like sitting on my la... in front of everyone(everyone knew that we were assumed bro-sis), touching my dick while trying to tickle me and brushing her boob to me whenever possible. This things went on till a year. Then I came to know allot about sex by my friends who used to bring blue film cd’s .Then I started to get a bad intention about my sister because of those. “Hi, Mr. Crete! I didn’t know that you belong here.”He stepped back and with the water only being four feet, he showed her for the first time his perfectly chiseled chest. In the water his biceps glistened as he put his hands on his hips and struck a pose for her. “Well, Mr. Crete, this my first time here, so I don’t know where everything is.”With that he placed his hands on the side of the pool and in one forceful thrust, he pulled himself out of the water and onto the side of the pool. Mr.. The old-man now looked at standing asha, silently and then fixed his eyes on her breasts.And before assuming his job he asked my wife if she wanted a ‘perfect fitting’ of her Kameez ? She was a bit taken aback by his words, and said out, “Certainly perfect-fitting; why? What’s up ?He smiled, and placed one his hand on her shoulder, in front of his young assistant who was aged hardly 18 years! And yanked her pallu aside, thus revealing her blouse-covered front. My wife face turned crimson in. I love you. Three simple words. I have said them before; I have had them said to me; were they meant sincerely? I like to think so. Were they actually true deep down in their heart? Maybe.This is a love story. This is my love story. Is it a traditional love story? No. It is a complex, layered and sexually filled story. Will you think it is a true love story? That is up to you, as each defines love as they see it. So don’t judge my view of love. It is messy, complicated, addictive and, yet I.