She sat Ben on a chair in front of a wall length mirror then knelt in front of him with me standing with my hands on hips, my favorite position for a ...low job. I could admire Irena’s ass in the mirror as she kissed and licked Ben’s erection as I compared his erection with mine. “Ben is more than eight-inches and very thick,” Irena told us as she wrapped her lips around it. At the same moment Ben had a hand on my ass and pulled me close to him and commenced sucking my erection as he dug his. I gasped under her. Somehow, I managed to hold back. She moaned, her cunt impaled deeply on my cock and slowly, lurched forward, her hands on my chest. H! er hips writhed slowly over my. “You know what?” I murmured. “What?” she gasped. “This is … just like … you eating khichdi …” “What?” “You know. Mashing it round and round till the ghee comes out on top?” Savita gasped and laughed, her face creasing. “You’re mad!” “Mm. About you.” “Thank god.”She lifted her hips gently till just my cock-head. "Her eyes narrowed slightly, her lips tightened. "I have only justrealised what's been staring me in the face for ages. You've never askedfor anything from me, Phil. I rock up out of nowhere on a Friday for ashag, drag you off into the ooloo for whatever I need to do then vanishagain. And I've finally figured it out. Without anybody else clutteringup my head I've realised what it is."Without any warning she hauled her truck onto the side of the road,ignored the horn blaring as some delivery. "Oh my god, can you just please tell me what is going on?"The man - Scott, I guess, although I was still coming to terms with that- came over and sat down next to me. He voice was soft and gentle. Ifelt his hand on my shoulder. It felt big."Do you remember our conversation last night?"My mind thought back. Memories were coming in a bit fuzzy, but I didremember. Fixing a drink, turning around, seeing Stephanie. Sitting onthe couch. Talking about the baby. Oh my God, the baby!I looked up.