Dildos and pocket pussies galore! I grabbed a dildo, anal beads and some cherry scented lube, while he grabbed a ribbed pocketpussy. We quickly went b...ck o his rom, sharing our toys among each other. We fell back alseep. I left the house, with a bag of my find! When I got home my mom was still sleeping in her bed with my stupid asshole stepdad. I went to the kitchen to get something eat. The usual. Frosted cheerios. As I was eating my breakfast, and reading a magagzine, I felt strong hands push. I guess ISS is the binding link common in us. This happened during one such occasion when my parents were out of station. I suggested to her that we may spend some time at my place. I was then living in an east Delhi colony. We decide to bunk college and I picked her up from ITO and we reached a market close to my colony. I suggested to her that she walked her way to my house while I would reach a little before her. This was to avoid any of my neighbors noticing her coming to my house during my. I took my other hand and cupped one ball at a time squeezing and rolling it in the palm of my hand.I was shaking from the excitement of being so bad and bold,it was like something had come over me, I liked it.I nestled my hand under his balls and started with my fingernails scratching the skin along the line from the bottom of his ball sack to the top of his butt crack,watching his balls rolling on top of my hand with the movement. In my other hand his cock was hard and standing straight up. Yeh baat 6 mahine puraani hai.meri story aisi suru hue ki muje bhi nahi malum yeh kya hua tha,mai kisi kaam se apne mobile se kisika number lagaya,lekin galati se wrong number lag gaya,samne se kisi female ki awaaj aayi kon chayiye,maine kaha mukesh hai,usne kaha nahi,aapko kon sa number lagaya hai,fir maine number bataya to wo boli sorry aap ka wrong no. hai.fir maine aisehi baat karne laga,wo bhi mera jawab de rahi thi,maine pucha yeh kaha ka number hai ,wo boli borivli ka,maine kaha mai bhi.