It was a lot.Mimi: “2 liters? Mane? Ki korte chahichho?” (2 liters? What do you mean? What do you want to do with so much oil?)Arun: “Bolchi. So... jene jabe.” (I will tell everything. You will come to know.)Arun: “Mangsho marinate korar somai sorser tel makhao na? thik orokom kore makhate hobe, bujhechho?” (Just like before cooking you marinate the meat with mustard oil, you need to put oil on Mimi just like that.)Abhishek looked astonished: “Ami korbo?” (I will do that?)B4: “To ki tor baap. Racing up to her as casually as I could, I proceeded to make conversation."You still eat I see." I said stating the obvious."Yes, I still eat." She answered with a smile.We made casual small talk as I looked into her big blue eyes. As I stood there captivated by her charms, a flood of distant emotions rushed through my brain. I asked her if she was seeing anyone and she replied a bit hesitantly that she was. Though I was somewhat curious, I really did not want to pry. After a few more minutes. Across her stomach and into her panties. My fingertips are greeted by a thatch of silky pubic hair. I can visualize it perfectly, the exact shade of pale yellow. Even the beauty mark on her lower abs, just above the hair line.Impatiently, she forces my fingers lower. They glide effortlessly between lubricated lips. I curl my middle finger and it comes to rest against her clit. It is moist, hard and distended.Manda lets out a sigh that is so deep and loud that it almost seems as if she's been. First he gasped as my big cock entered him, but then he started to match my rhythm. I had now firmly gripped his waist. As I bent forward and kissed his neck I could see his cock was now semi hard and leaking cum with every thrust. I came in spurts in his ass, and we collapsed against each other.He turned and we clasped each other tight. Ahhhhh he sighed, that was so good. I whispered, I still want to taste your milk. His eyes were closed from pleasure, and he smiled. I sat on the seat, I too.