Main living se apni phone uthakar dekhi to ye mere saans ya sasur ki nahi thi, Shradha ki call thi. Main turant apne room gayi aur darwaza lock kar us...se bat ki.Main: Hello!Shradha: Haan, ghar mein kisi ko pata nahi chalana kuch?Main: Nahi nahi. Kuch nahi. Sab theek hai.Shradha: Wayse maine tumse sorry kahne ke liye call ki yaar.Main: Are, koi baat nahi.Shradha: Sachchi mujhe nahi pata tha ki Amit tumhare dewar ka dost niklega.Main: Hmmm… ab jane do. It’s ok. Woh wahi hai ya gaya?Shradha: Haan. Fuckbags. Slutmelons. Udders. Whoresacks. Tits. Fuckbags.’ As it talked, the capsule buzzed gently in Claire's pussy, like a vibrator. It was embarassing, but quite pleasant. ‘Slutmelons. Udders. Tits. Fuckhandles.’ Then it paused, and the buzzing in her cunt stopped, and then the voice quite deliberately said, ‘Breasts.’At the word ‘Breasts’ an explosion went off in Claire’s cunt. The capsule discharged an electric shock. Claire squealed and writhed on the bed. It was only a small shock but it. ...and more than a little turned on.So as I go to brush my teeth, my mind is churning...today I'm going to find out eactly what I can do a boy even if I don't do anything to the boy.Since my mind is centered on sex, the electric toothbrush takes on a whole new identity. As I feel it vibrate in my hands, my mind starts to wander..."I wonder what this would feel like......?"I finish with my teeth, rinse the brush head, and decide to see what this would feel like against one of my nipples.(Time. Not waiting for a reply, Sondra smiles and pushes me inside. Closing and locking the door behind her, Sondra heads to the kitchen with me close behind. Still speechless, I watch as Sondra hops up on the counter and parts her knees."Come here stud, have something sweet." Sondra swirls her tongue over the ice cream in the cone as I move toward her.My mind is telling me how wrong this is, but I'm under this beauties spell. Moving between her parted legs, Sondra spreads the ice cream all around her.