Friday night. Not too late but already dark. Home alone. Well not quite alone if I count four balloons as my guests. Or maybe playmates. Lovers. Victims. I wanted to touch them, they wanted to touch me. That was a win-win situation. We had a deal - they were allowed to touch me everywhere they want and I could do whatever I wanted to do with them. They touched my pussy and I popped them with my nails. That was fair. At least for me.