The second eight minutes round has ended, so we have our cold shower and few minutes break again before we enter the sauna for our third and last roun....Lying down in the same positions again we feel good by our orgasms but the horniness has not gone away. We are still alone in the sauna and it does not look like someone else will join us. After 1 – 2 minutes my wife comes down to the lower level as well. She crawls into my direction and she ends above of me. Her face in front of my face. Her. There were a million editors listed, so I picked out three or four and sent them e-mails, none replied. Two weeks later I tried again but this time I upped the number and sent out e-mails to eight. Surely someone would get back to me, and one did. I sent him one of my stories but never heard back from him. I waited two weeks and followed up with another e-mail, still no response. I was still posting my stories and everyone kept telling me to get an editor. ‘I’m trying God damn it,’ I said to. After each little 'field trip' - to an armpit; or the skin behind an ear; to the lips; or the back of the knee, her touches and tonguing of the clitoris and vagina were a little more eagerly received until Betsy's body trembled with anticipation each time a return journey to her clitoris began, shivering with ecstacy when the tongue and lips actually did begin to lick and suck it once more.Now, Betsy was raising her pelvis to meet Pat's mouth, breathlessly receiving the tongue and lips that. “Oh my god! I’m not worth that much.” “Yes you are!” they all said together. After six months I wouldn’t have to work again ever if I didn’t want to. Azola asked if we could head back to our place now and I told her that sounded great to me. We all got in her car, not really a car but a transport vehicle that didn’t require a driver, with all three of us in the back. I sat in the middle of Azola and Lizzy, while Jasmine sat on the other side of us. They all wore the traditional attire of their.