Oil?" Butter still might be easier ta get in deep, Honey -- but we can try oil. Get 'em both an' we'll see..." Tabitha nonchalantly draped herself ove... the kitchen table."Here?" Paul asked, turning from the cabinet with a bottle of cooking oil."Easier ta clean up than a bed," Tabitha replied, matter-of-factly.Paul shrugged and started trying to coax oil into her sphincter -- a trick if there ever was one. But Tabitha helped by relaxing, and soon his index finger was running in and out pretty. Soon the heady aroma of my patchouli and musk oil wafted through my senses and I swooned.Groaning as his fingers spread and coated me, I was soon slick and slippery and he was working two fingers in and out, getting right up inside me. I tried to put my feet flat on the bed to push myself at his fingers, but with every move he coiled tighter around me like a big snake. He had one of my legs bent and gripped under his arm, and I don't know how he had the other one but I could hardly move at all.. I then moved licking down her ankle through the calf muscle , eating and kissing every sweat drop and replacing them with my saliva pushing her petticoat upwards exposing more and more flesh.Banu aunty kept moaning n jerking n shivering in pleasure , I hope it was her first time she was being eaten with love and long time since she had experienced sexxxxxx . I moved further near her pussy , so close I could feel her wetness and the erotic smell it was giving , I removed her petticoat to make. You've convinced her that it's all temporary until some time down the road when you'll suddenly know who each other is and then if you like who she is, you'll stick around. She lives miles from you and goes to another school. So you call her up and all you can talk about is this girl you've known forever, who's in most of your classes, lives around the corner and wants to go out with you. That's why she showed up at our door this morning." I don't get it. Why did she show up?" My God. You are.