Everything went wonderfully. After blasting through four sets ranging from ten to twelve songs each, with me singing lead on nearly half of them, I wa... exhausted. I was still working my way into this. Perhaps the most gratifying development was what transpired after the show. We five band members, plus Julia, Dennis, and Mayra, congregated at Margarita's. The presence of the latter three provided the impetus for further thawing in relations between Dave, Paul, and me. In fact, Dave started. Mo deha sex re tharibaku lagila, mun aau control na kari pari akhi kholili. Jemiti akhi kholichhi dekhili aunty tanka bia ku mo muha samna re rakhi mo banda ku chusu chhanti. Mun prathama thara pain bia dekhili. Bia re gotae bi bala na thila. Mo othare tanka bia ra rasa topae padila….aah, ki suadia bia ra rasa. Mun mo nida bhangigala boli janeiba pain tike halchal heli. Kintu Aunty mora nida bhangigala boli jani jor jor re mo banda ku chusibare lagile. Mun kahili ee kana karucha aunty. Se mo. And the gift I received from her mother left me quite speechless…My future mother-in-law took out a small glass bottle/vial and held it up to show my wife and I. She handed it to us for closer inspection. The little bottle had both Chinese characters and English text too. I started reading…Very quickly I realized this was a sexual oil/lubricant! What I was reading were instructions on how to use the oil to massage a man's penis. The short text explained the main technique of how to lube and. I even managed to produce a smaller forth shot which landed on the inside of her thigh. I hadn’t cum this much in years, I thought to myself. Clearly impressed by the volume of semen I had just produced. Dianne turned to the English lady and asked.“Wow, he cums in buckets…don’t you think?” Before she could respond, the big seagull let out a loud squawk as if to signal his agreement.We all laughed. Jack then said to the big bird.“You tell ‘em, Bud”.“Copious indeed. It appears our avian friend.