I settled in to a nice place, Hotel Camões in the town of Ponta Delgada. It was an older building — formerly a school and it had the most beautiful...hardwood floors. It was early evening by this time so I walked around the town looking for a nice place for dinner. I had a very nice fish stew (caldeiradas de peixe). For dessert I had several glasses of tawny port and some of the local cheese. The port was old and nicely complemented the queijo da ilha, made from cow's milk and with a piquant. That night our conversation through text was…Me: hi mam JMam: hiMe: is it ur birthday today ?Mam: No… why ?Me: u wore new saree today.. so lay I asked..Mam: yea.. its new.. Is it nice ?Me: yea mam.. the saree was very nice.Mam; No, I asked am I good in that saree.Me: yea JMam: what yea ?Me: If I tell u should not mistake me ?Mam: it’s ok.. u tell.Me: You looked very sexy , cute in that saree JMam: really ?Me: yea J I can’t able to control myself sorry if I speaks wrong..Mam: am I that much. “I know you are afraid,” Nadia broke the hug and kissed Jen passionately, “so I’ll go first. Will you please help me? I need you to go down on me Jen. I need to be ready for Alene.” And so, Nadia laid her back on the bed, spreading her legs and revealing her pussy. Jen noticed it wasn’t starched from all the sex with Alene.“Ok, thank you,” Jen said as she went down on the amazingly beautiful pussy before her. She licked the clit, drawing circles around it and from time to time passing over it.. Brian had no trouble with 'rhythm'. The fourth trumpet, Charlie, teased him, asking him what black girl he was dating that would have taught him rhythm.Unlike the trumpets, the saxes usually played in unison, except for the baritone sax, which was nearby. It was really part of the rhythm section, too. The drummer gave the beat, and the bass set the rhythm, and everybody listened to them for their cues.Swinging was difficult for a metronome user, sort of like a Viennese waltz with its delayed.