We walked over to a couple of tanker trucks. Looking up, Bennie said, "The top is open. Let's skip it." We went to the second one and opened the valve...just a little and smelled Kerosene for jets. We shook our heads at each other and moved on.The field had dirt on it from lack of use. It was interesting that most of the planes looked a little damaged but the tops of wings and fuselages looked clean. Bennie had noticed also. He said, "I believe the snow cleans them every year. Also, some of the. Mother and I were devastated; but time is a great healer and we did have each other. We lived within walking distance of each other. Over the last two years it became normal for us to see each other most days. We soon drifted into a routine where we ate together, we spent most of our leisure time with one another and on weekends as well. I either slept at her house or she at mine. A cuddle in front of the television in the evening became normal, as did kisses on the lips rather than cheeks. It. His cum was now on both of our lips. The salty goodness was being pushed into our mouths with our tongues.He moved his hands around my waist and grabbed my ass cheeks. He started needing them and feeling down the crack. I had my back towards the ocean and could feel the cool air and splashes of water on my hole.I moaned every time he pulled my ass cheeks apart. His fingers drew closer to my hole and as he finally touched it, I took a deep breath in."mmm. you have a sensitive hole," he said. We have to go. See you later, Benny."Benny said goodbye and reminded them to check our mouths for his cum when we got home. At last we returned to the relative safety of the car.I spent most of my time on the short ride home calculating the odds. It had seemed like there were an awful lot of people raping us while we were strapped down on benches at that informal little cabaret today. But in reality there were probably only twenty of them, give or take a couple of rapists. Plus the five we were.