The Ambassador was out of town and would not be able to pick it up until the afternoon of the following day - July second. It would take at least a da... or more to get to the General.If Ambassador Al Farsi handled it personally, he would have to take a flight to Europe - most likely through Germany - then a flight to Pakistan. The letter would then be taken by a VIP to Tehran to be hand delivered to the General on the afternoon of July the third or the morning of the fourth.There was all kinds. She lowered one hand to her swollen, hungry clit, stroking it, and with every sexy swing into her back door he pounded her harder, and she stroked herself harder, then faster, together.“You like that ass, don’t you?” she jeered.“Oh Yeah,” he said breathlessly. He could feel heat like an oven in his groin from the slick friction of his dick scraping the walls of her oily asshole again and again as they fucked, and the more he drilled her the more she wanted.“You like licking it, you like fucking. Julie breathed deep and rapid several times and I felt her hand on the back of my head pressing me hard against her pubic mound as she began to buck through her orgasm and flood my mouth and chin with her cum juice.After lapping my fill of her juice and letting her relax down from her orgasm I stood up, spreading her legs wider and started to rub my cock up and down the soaking wet slit before slowly sliding it into her pussy which was still partially contracted and tight. I looked down at her. “Do you think we should try that from someplace higher,” holly said with a sly smile. “Maybe we could find a tall cliff over deep water... or both learn to skydive.”I stood up and said, “Or maybe we should get back to mowing the grass.”We were about two-thirds of the way done when we stopped for lunch. After wolfing down some sandwiches in the kitchen, we laid a blanket down on the fresh-mowed grass next to the deck. There were a few bushes that cut that area off from the rest of the lawn, so.