They all looked me up and down, but only one took real interest."Hey, wanna play?" He had a nice chiseled jaw, and chocolate eyes that you could get l...st in."Umm...maybe in a little bit." I said smiling. "Well my names Jason. Yours?" "Amanda." I left them playing and found a spot not far from them and settled down. I put on some sun screen and sunglasses, and laid back. Yes, this day was going to be just fine. It was long though before I felt something nudge my feet. It was a. I didn't know what to do, but Chug was elbowing me in the side, commenting about some of the unattached girls."Check the jugs on Mary Jean Rappaport, Soup. Wouldn't you love to get your hands on those?"Chug wasn't the smoothest guy to hang out with, but we'd been friends for years, so I'd kind of got used to him. Anyway, we were sitting up near the top of the stands and Chug was offering his fairly crude comments about the various girls as he eyeballed the possibilities. I wasn't really paying. This is part 2 of the story Didi Tera Devar Deewana which is published in the couple section of the Indian Sex Stories.Let me remind you a little story of the past. It went as:-Read Didi Tera Devar Deewana – Part 1 Now the story after this goes as:-Now my pussy was also itching. It demanded a cock to fuck it continuously and continuously. My situation was like that of a fish without water. Hammad was still kissing my back. I could feel his spit all over my back. I requested him to fuck my. There was a black jockstrap, a large red butt plug, a set of red and black wrist and ankle cuffs, and matching collar and leash. I put everything on saving the butt plug for last. It was very large and my ass hadn't been used in quite some time so it burned a little bit but I was able to get it in. Then I got back on my hands and knees and crawled back out to where he was standing next to the bed. "Get on the bed" he said gruffly. I complied getting on the bed on my hands and knees. He came at.