..)So it comes in the mail one day in a box as unassuming as a cell phone box. I open it up: the toy itself is unassuming in size, a little smaller th...n my hand. Its biggest part was at the top, and it had a handle that stimulated the area between your balls and ass and kept it from falling out. It's smaller than my man by far, but it looked just as thick at the top. I decided to try it later that night, more to get the doctor off my back than to actually enjoy it.I relax and take a hot shower. Yes the Tiffany in the prom dresspicture Sherri had mentioned was me. When we were growing up our motherworked a lot to provide for us without Dad being around. Money was nevertight but we were left home alone alot, and when we were from the time wewere the same size her favorite game was to hold me down until I asked herto let me up because I was a prissy little princess who couldn't takebeing manhandled. Then the game was to make me look the part by dressingme up in her clothes and make me. I can still remember the exquisite feel of my cousins hand encircling my rod. She stroked it and caressed my sack.Soon, the other two were touching and stroking and checking it out. One of them bet my cousin she wouldn't take it in her mouth. She did and though she didn't know how to really do a blowjob, it felt wonderful.Soon both of the others tried it. They kicked and took it into their mouth, not real deep, but as they sucked, I thought I was in heaven.After a time, they decided to continue. “I am traveling light. I only have this one bag,” said Mansi ending her armpit show. She was adjusting her top and her black bra strap which had emerged at her shoulder.“Oh great, I too have one bag. But I got to have a smoke before we do anything else.”“Fine, I will go to the washroom first and you can finish killing a few future minutes of your life.”She had gone through her washroom drill. I had finished smoking. We decided against taking a cab while we had coffee. Mansi said she was from a.