She was about 5’6’’ which made her pretty tall by Indian standards and exactly the kind of physical attributes I loved in a woman. Of course, ba...k in those days, we were much younger and had never had sex. Yet, the thrill of making out in public and the possibility of being discovered or getting caught was the extra adrenalin rush we both enjoyed tremendously.It was just another day for us after college. By late evening, I suddenly remembered that we needed to go to the nearby Travancore. But I did not want him to stop what he was doing, not for a second. He picked up his pace and I could hear the sounds my juices were making against his fingers. It made us both want more. Again, his mouth found mine. I bit his lip and held it between mine until he found the spot inside me that made me crumple inside myself. He passed over it again, this time aware of what it was doing to me, and again, and again. I grasped at his shirt and pulled him to me as tightly as possible. I felt his. The orgasm, when it came, was vocal. ‘Oh, fuck, Oh … fuck. God … my god … Oh … Oh god!’ Ingrid was gasping for air as she came down from the erotic high. She lay on her back, her eyes unfocused. Steve was sure the whole harbor could hear them. He didn’t care. He had never experienced anything like this. It was explosive and wanton and primitive and wonderful, all at once. The pure physical power of her body and her volatile response to his touch was nothing that he had ever known with Diana.. She could smell it. She rolled around the two testicles and the man's nut sack in her hands, playing with them. Again, she was amazed. Her she was in a small stall, feeling a negro's balls while her husband was conked out, naked next to her on a bench.She let his big balls go. They dropped down, and bounced around against each other before settling back into their sack. "Don't your large testicles ever shrink up into your body?" No. Testicles, especially ones as large as mine, normally drop.