If she was going to rim me like this, unashamedly, like it was a honeypot or honey jar, then I would be damned if I didn’t do the same for her. Afte... all, her ass was a lot yummier than mine.“Oh ... damn ... oh, God! ... Stop ikke med at slikke min anus!” my wife screamed in both English and Danish now, thanks to her sheer orgasmic ecstasy at my hands, lips, and tongue.I didn’t need a translator to know what she meant: don’t you dare stop rimming me like this! My Danish bride was in pure bliss. Margret began to move her fingers over her clitoris as I slowly fucked my tongue in and out of her ravenous cunt. She began to trust her hips back against my mouth, forcing her pussy hard against my probing tongue and at the same time moving her slit back and forth, literally fucking my tongue.By now my cock was raging again but I knew that Margret was not going to last for more than a few moments before her pussy exploded. I felt Margret stiffen and her fingers were moving at lightening speed. The most important part of the whole deal is knowing which exit to take when something does go wrong.I fully intended to teach at least three men how to fell trees, but it was going to take time and they were going to watch me do a lot of it first. At least we'd be starting with smaller trees here and working our way back to larger ones.Felling the trees isn't the whole shebang either. We had to cut them into lengths we could work with on our carriage, we had to limb them, and most difficult of. “Maybe we can go to a symphony.”“Let’s do it. We’ll see what’s available and get tickets to whatever we like best,” Sally said.“That’s a great idea,” Betsy said.The little luncheonette had a number of brochures for the arts and the local entertainment paper. They spent the lunch going over available performances. There were performances at all levels of polish – local amateur theaters, nationally recognized artists who were making bar appearances, university productions, and full professional.