Our meetings thereafter extended like anything. We used to meet regularly and came very close to each other. We were such close that SMOOCH/FRENCH KIS... was a common go. When I asked her about the anger on her face she said it was her style to impress the opposite sex. I really admire her style as that had made me madder about her. We were very adamant for sex but due to lack of proper time and place we were suffering.At last the eventful day came. Mona called me at her home. Within 5 minutes I. He made her say it a number of times, but then he really went to work. He got up on his arms in a push up position and began to fuck her cunt. She was straining her head trying to watch that black cock fuck her white cunt.I was just snapping away with my camera. She started to moan, then louder, then she started to pop. She came once, then again and again. I can tell when she cums and she came at least 5 times, and I could tell she was wearing down. She had already cum at least 9 times so far,. I could only imagine it was done, not to encourage me further.I made her carry her wet knickers in her hand until we found a taxi rank. I couldn’t help but play with her pussy in the back seat of the taxi and when she entered her hotel it was with some speed, pulling me behind her. She almost ran up to the reception desk shouting, “Room 214 please”, and grabbing the key off the receptionist as she powered herself past.We got in the lift. I was putty in her hands now. After what I had witnessed. “It means that if you agree to take your top off, I will do the same,” she explained. “But if you refuse, then I will remove my bottom as well.”My heart skipped another beat. Candi had not seen my topless in years. In fact, she had not once seen my breasts since they had emerged from my chest nearly five years earlier. But was keeping them hidden worth running the risk of seeing my sister naked?“Why are you doing this?” I asked.“What?” said Candi innocently. “I’m just trying to be fair. I want.