Lets wasting more time in intro lets began the story , its was my end of 2nd semster and i was very glad to go home because after six month i was free...from my studies and very much eager to go home meet my childhood frndz mom and dad .the story continues as i reached mumbai. my father came for pickup i was planing my ideas how to make my vaccation memorable i was in my car finally i reached my home. i was very much tired of travelling and need to rest for atleast 5 to 6 hours as i entered room. I grabbed the picture of my beloved and whispered her name, while i bounced on the huges plastic cock... I kissed the picture then put it back in its proper place.. I gripped the arms of my chair and bounced hard and fast.. Beign that my ass was dry each stroke tore at my insides and sent shock wave through my body..I was bouncing so hard and fast that i wasn't able to stop the dildo from coming out of my ass and into my pussy... With a sigh i lifted myself up and with a slurp the fake dick. He wasn't sure. He wasn'thome that was a fact. He had never been here before. He was alone, buthe didn't know exactly where he was or how to get home. The last thinghe remembered was trying to rent a tux and then he was here. Everythingelse was a blank.He turned around and opened the door a crack. He looked down the hallwayand saw someone. He quickly pulled his head back inside and closed thedoor. He reasoned he was in public dressed like a girl and wearing adiaper.Kevin looked into his. )I was going to have to look up every item listed and see whether the online data matched the object and then construct my catalogue. Chasing around to locate the works would not be fun. But I would get to know Brent Willison, the Collections Registrar.I talked to Patrick about it."If it were really easy, they wouldn't give you honours for it," he said."True." And you were supportive when I was studying Procedure, so I can try and help you." Thanks." Remember, I've still got four weeks."Winnie.