The fewer people who knew I was here the better I liked it."My parents both work," she said apologetically. "I don't have any brothers or sisters, so ...'ve been kind of a latchkey kid my whole life. Do you want a Coke or something?" she asked, turning toward the refrigerator."Sure," I said."The family room's through that door over there," she said, pointing toward the far door. "Make yourself at home, and I'll be right there."I went into the family room and flopped down on the couch. I was. She looked so deliciously edible I asked if she would let me kiss her there and she paused in her kissing with M and nodded enthusiastically. So I moved to kneel between her legs (which were wide apart and bent with her feet on the floor while she lay back on the sofa).She shaves around her cleft (leaving a tuft of hair above it) and was beautifully clean and sweet and I realised she must have prepared for such an eventuality in the nicest way as she was gently perfumed, and obviously freshly. Her breasts were not very large; I would say they were a little larger than tennis balls. Mala was maybe around thirty, 5' 4" tall and was wearing a dark red sari. Otherwise she was a younger version of her older sister.I could also see that they were not married (no sindoor in their hair parting). I introduced myself and spent about an hour chatting with them. I found them very pleasant to talk to, very straightforward and fun loving. Later I asked my friend, "How come such beautiful girls are. He said do you really want the coffee or would you like something else laughing.She said “and what might you have in mind?” He quickly said “well the bedroom is through there pointing to one of the doors if you’d like to see it.”She laughed and said “why not?” He took her hand and led her to the bedroom door, as they went in he switched the light on. She said “can I have a moment?” He left her in the bedroom, she saw that there was a double bed which was made and a chest of tables but that was.