I enjoyed it, so much fun to sit on the little horse, bounce with it, get that distinct smell of rubber.But I wanted to know, whether I was the only c...razy one who liked inflatable toys... but luckily on the internet I found some others. Especially into Rody horses there are not many, but a few have developed a liking as well.We exchanged ideas and due to this I did some experiments over the time. By this my cock got his first experience with inflatable toys.In the meantime I had discovered Rody. I love playing with her tits though i haven’t got my lips on them yet.and i was sure i would be the first one to do that until it all changed few months back.one fine day,all of a sudden i got a call from ayan.a school friend of mine.i was surprised as to how he got my number,as we had been without any contact for all these years..he told me he got it from my old group of pals.he wanted to meet me and i had no reasons to disagree.we met a few days later over lunch.it was kind of nice going back. Main to bus ab raat hone ki rah dekh raha tha. Mujhe na jaane Maami ko dekhne ki khwaaish bardaash nahi ho rahi. Din bhar ki baatein soch soch kar mera lund baar baar khada ho jaata,,kum-se-kum shaam se maine 4 baar muth maari hogi..Raat 8 baje maine Mamaji ko phone kiya aur kaha main 9 baje tak khaana kha kar pohoch jaaonga. maine apne mata-pita ko bata diya tha ki mamaji ke ghar sone jaa raha hu, aur kal interview ke baad hi ghar lautunga…mere mata pita meri baat maan gaye..aur thik 9 baje. Morning comes early you know."That night I dreamed of Amy. I caressed her soft skin and silky hair. The vision of her nude body in the grass was a fantasy that any teenage boy would willingly enjoy. We walked hand in hand along the creek and swam together in the cool water and talk of things past and things to come. It was a wonderfully realistic dream. But it was only that, a dream.I woke up the next morning with a hollow feeling in my chest and my first thought was of Amy. I was in love, head.