Let me tell you a little about Siya now. She was the typical Marwadi beauty, milky white smooth flesh like a baby, beautiful round face.She was just a...few inches short of my height, perfect boobs, and ass. A big fleshy navel which she never covered or covered with a transparent saree. I used to have a hard time controlling my hard-on. Looking at her in traditional dresses and ornaments, flashing her fleshy navel, swaying her ass.Her blouses used to be perfect tightly knit and usually backless. Covering their magnificent female figures once more.After they finished getting dressed they organized all their stuff and came over to where I was, each carrying a bag of food and cooking gear and placing it on the table.“What should we cook for dinner?” Sofia asked Leonie.“I’m so tired and wund.” Leonie answered.“Sore…” Sofia helped her translate wund to English.“Yes, sore. How about we just eat some bread with jam or something?” Leonie continued.“No,” Sofia objected “we need to eat something. "Damn weather" he said. "Didn't bother with a coat as it was supposed to be hot". Do you want to come in and dry off?" I asked him. "If you don't mind, that would be great" he replied. I showed him where the bathroom was. Giving him a towel I asked "Would you like me to put your clothes in the dryer? I wouldn't want you to get the flu". "Oh yes please" he said. "Well leave your clothes outside the bathroom. I'll make you a coffee too".I put the kettle on and placed his clothes in the dryer. I. She sits down across from me and puts her feet up on the coffee table and shows me a perfectly shaved pussy. I grabbed the TV remote and turned it off. She asked me if I saw any station I liked, and I replied I looking at the best show I have ever seen. I needed another drink and she wanted one also. When I came back she had the bathrobe untied with a tit showing and she is playing with herself. I sat back down in my chair and continued to watch. Then she asked me to come sit beside her, which.