“Yes,” I said, peering around the edge of the door. She must be able to see my bare shoulders and know this was a bad time.She grinned, “I’m s...rry to interrupt, but I’m Mindy’s sister, Taylor Marlow. I was going to stay in town but the hotel fucked up my reservations. There are no rooms to be had near here. I was hoping she’d let me crash here tonight. Errr, I’m sorry to interrupt anything going on.” She glanced down at my towel.“Wait a minute,” I told her and shut the door.“Mindy. Come.” I. Knock at the door: speak of the goddam devil.'Make my day.' The door opened and a dark curly head peered through the crack. 'Hi, Kirsty, whaddya need?' She sidled in, shy but determined: her standard expression. Third floor back and damn near invisible, but she paid the rent on time, other kids seemed to like her.Sure was a serious girl though: never met a woman so set on wanting to understand everything. Used to ask me to explain stuff to her once in a while, plain couldn't get the idea that. We were taken to a sofa set and we sat there crossing our legs. The shop was really deserted at this odd time. We were attended by one young boy and one middle aged man who introduced themselves as Harish, the boy and Madan, the middle aged man. They asked us what type of footwear we wanted to buy.I told them to bring high heel sandals of different heights for Meghana my sister. Meghana had not put one button on her top and her cleavage was clearly visible from the low necked top as she was not. Both her ass and pussy were throbbing from the assault they had endured but she felt exhilarated as she thought of what she had just been through, the greatest sexual event of her entire life.Keri felt hands pushing her over onto her back, her feet up on the divan. It felt so good to get to relax after being bent over for so long. Another person seemed to be on the divan with her and then Keri felt what she knew had to be a pussy pressed against her face. It was wet and swampy and smelled of.