Mama would be home at any point in time, and we haven’t started cooking yet. Finally, we decided to cook khichadi.Mama came home by 1:15 PM, and lun...h was almost ready. I was helping mami to clean the kitchen and arranging the dining table. All three of us had our lunch together. Mama wasn’t happy that mami cooked khichadi in lunch as I was home after so many days. I then told Mama that I was the one who suggested cooking khichadi as it got late. To which Mama asked, “Why what. What would be the number one way to prove to me how serious she is?”Liz laughed, “Only my idiot brother would prefer a girl go to church with him than go to bed with him!”“You know how important it is to me. Well, so does Angie. She’s playing the long game, and knows this is what she has to do to make it work. Isn’t it better if she figures out it’s not her cup of tea now, instead of five years from now, or whatever?”“You have to be the weirdest eighteen-year-old on the planet.”I chuckled, “I. You rub down my back, stopping just at the top of my ass. You then run them along my sides and back up my front side, lingering a little longer than necessary at my chest, slowly caressing each breast in your hands, carefully checking underneath and between them for weapons. I can feel myself getting wet as your hands continue to rub over my body. Your hands now work their way down and slide down the outer sides of my legs quickly. Your hands now begin to move up the insides of my legs slowly,. After another minute, she is convulsing as she cries out again, cumming around his shaft. He can feel her juices around his cock and her pussy spasming as she cums. He can’t hold back anymore, and starts to furiously plunge into her over and over. She begs and pleads for him to go harder. Crying out over the wet sounds of their bodies slamming together. They are both overcome with lust for each other.Paul is dripping with sweat, and his orgasm is building fast. She is mumbling incoherently.