It is wrong to see my sister’s legs. She is my sister for God’s sake. But no, the more I thought of not bothering myself with what happened last n...ight, the more I was curious. Should I or should I not? I could not sleep while others were sharp sleep. It could have been around mid-night or so when I finally gave up and wanted to see again by crawling deeper. I slowly but carefully tried to seep the other way round. My feet were on pillow and my head was buried under the sandali (table). I could. I walked outside to enjoy the crisp morning air after I dressed for it. While outside I looked in the Suburban and gathered the three skirts and the three bulky sweaters the girls had worn from Kansas to Grand Junction. I grabbed each of their bags along with the skirts and sweaters and carried them in the lodge. They had packed pretty light for the trip, mostly shampoo and lotion. No underwear of any kind, a couple skirts and a couple sweaters each. I called my friend in Kansas City and told. Phir dophar ko 2 baje ragini aa gae mere ghar pe or thoda time bad chirag ghar pe aaya usne mujse pucha ye kon he par jaise hi wo under aake betha mere pass sofe pe maine usko mere or khich ke ek bahot lambi kiss ki to ragini dekhiti hi rah gae usne bola tu ye kya akr rahi he to miane bola dekh tera or mera husband kuch karte nahi hamare sath pura din paise ke piche bhag te he to main chirag ke sath sex karke enjoy Kar leti hu phir maine chirag ko bitha ke ragini ko kitchen le gae or sab story. I turned to the other guy. “Are you interested too?” “Very,” he replied. His cheeks were beet red. I had the feeling that he hadn’t always been the most adventurous of people in the bedroom. “Well… let me see. How about, you can take as many pictures as you like, and I’ll wear whatever you like from this shop. But no touching. The session lasts an hour and you give me a hundred quid each—plus, anything you give me to wear, I get to keep.” They agreed way too easily. I think I could have asked.