My cock was throbbing with excitement, I so wanted to play with my hard smooth cock, but didn't. Now I put on my special outfit for the night. Sliding...my stockings over my smooth legs, oh god how sexy this felt! I put on the garter and fastened them to my stockings. I found it sure was a lot harder to put these sensual items on, than watching her do it. Probably not as sexy either. Boy, as I slid my panties over my legs the silkiness was driving me crazy. I wanted to play with my hard, hot. When Jenny re-entered the house, pretending to be just arriving home from school, she heard the shower running upstairs."I'm home!" she yelled. She tromped up the steps. "I said, I'm home!"The shower shut off."What?" Skip yelled."I said I'm home," Jenny shouted."I hear you," Skip said. He turned the shower on again.Jenny stood in the hallway outside the bathroom door, listening to the shower run and imagining Skip under it. She tried to imagine his big cock swinging over his balls with water. In the 90s, internet was not freely available in India for youth to have sexual pleasures. Guys used to get VCRs(Video Cassette Recorders/ Players) to play blue films and then masturbate in pleasure. One more medium was reading sleazy literature and then getting off reading it.Dev, our central character of the story was no different, he used to find ways to watch Television alone, he didnt had access to blue films or VCRs so he just used to watch hindi movie songs, featuring Indian actresses,. Finally, Tom was done — me too after what I’d watched. I’d sprayed onto the carpet and now sat quietly bewildered.Tony’s brother rose from the bed and faced the camera. Covered in juices and cum, his tool hung like a horse’s cock but he still didn’t tell Julie that anyone had entered the room. She was splayed on the bed, cum all around her on the sheets, more dripping from her vagina. What a picture! I rushed to get a beer and returned expecting to see her being released. But she was still.