She was standing in the kitchen waiting for a taxi taking her to a "Divorce Celebrating Party" held by a Jenny, one of her best friends. Divorce party...sounded as a strange event in our Scandinavian town that is why I asked her, "Why this sexy outfit for that stupid party. Please don't collect any foolish ideas for your own divorce party there."Away she went and the next time I saw her was slight after half past two in the morning when she was back. I pretended to sleep and could hear that she. As I gnawed mercilessly on her engorged bud and furiously fingered her bony apex, bucking, writhing and groaning with pleasure, Jenny left us and went to another place. She was in her own world completely focused on the pleasure sensations my tongue and fingers were imparting. She started to convulse and the first squirt of syrupy fluids shot into my mouth. I greedily drank it down. ‘Oh fuck Bill … FUCK! … oh my god I’m still cumming’. More of her delicious nectar spurted on my tongue … it was. Her body firm from working out looked so hot laying there and her soft blonde hair laying out on her shoulders. I was soon running my fingers through it, then moving to outline every feature on her face ever so softly. Then I got the oil out and started rubbing on her body trying to be sure that every square inch was not ignored. Not really even trying to turn her on, I was just trying to feel her and her me. This went on for the longest time before she said she couldn’t take it anymore and. Thomas was the American team leader and was a large stocky man who had won the Olympic Ice climbing event which was one the ultimate tests of speed, power and agility where the fastest time determined the winner. The bulldog like Sergei hailed from the Russian Federation and had just missed winning the top medal at the Olympics to Thomas. Abheek was from Kashmir and led the Indian team and was as fearless as his name denoted. Other groups of rescuers from the other countries would aid the three.