However, every day we acted as if nothing has happened. Unlike earlier, I realized that my sexual attraction towardsAmisha di was not consistent. If t...is week I felt guilty about myself for having such lusty thoughts upon my own sister, the next week would be completely dominated by animal instinct fantasizing intense sexual activity with her. So, it went kind of off and on.On Saturdays, we would go on bike ride to distant places some distant villages where nobody knew us. And while walking. She asked me: wht’s your plan for theday. I said: Nothing. Watch movies on laptop and take some rest and then againget ready to work. Then she asked me what movies do you like. Our discussionchanged to likes and dislikes and habits and all. Coming to dressing, I toldher that today she was looking more beautiful and she looks beautiful inchudidars. She thanked for the compliment and said you compliment a lot. Wewalked out of the restaurant and I said if you do not mind I can drop her. Wereached. I wasn’t quite prepared for what greeted me when the door swung open. It was a man, to be sure, and big and black like I’d expected, but he was wearing absolutely nothing. No pretense of foreplay. Just straight up nudity. I looked down at his not-yet-erect cock – it was bigger than my husband’s when hard. A feeling of terror was welling up in me, but so was the wetness. Finally, he broke the pause. “You coming in white girl?”I nodded timidly and walked through the door. It slammed shut behind. I started squealing and moaning so much I was afraid her mom would hear us, but I knew this was so much better than masturbating and I thrashed around and came pretty quick. Then she came up beside me and kissed me and it tasted so sweet. I thought, Oh my god, I’m licking my own pussy juice off her mouth, but I didn’t care, I loved the taste of my pussy in her mouth. Then it was my turn. I knew I had to do it but I wanted to do it. I kissed my way down her body, stopping a long time at her.