Archaeologists suffer from the "grazing cow syndrome." We look at our feet and swing our heads side to side like cows looking for a delightful bit of ...rass, but we're really looking for evidence of prior occupation in the form of cultural material. It doesn't have to be artifactual debris, it can be the white mans' trash. You might be surprised at the things early settlers throw away, or drop during times of stress. It's junk out of place we look for.I always carry a few stake flags so I can. I had intended to start exploring the locality, which offered both beach attractions and tracks winding into the adjacent rain forest. I decided on the beach as my first walk. I left the hotel and followed a narrow path through some dense scrub that fringed the beach. Coming out onto the sands, I set off in the direction of one of the arms of land that met the ocean. There was hardly a person in sight, except in the distance I could see the lady of the balcony and the little girl, who seemed to. Julie followed my lead so that when I had reached Emma's breasts, Julie had reached her mouth and they were kissing passionately. I continued down and soon found her fragrant pussy. As my tongue started to gently probe her tiny clit, I looked up to see Julie sucking each nipple in turn. I spread Emma's legs apart and licked the full length of her slit which sent a bolt of ecstasy through her young body. I opened up her lips and smiled as I examined her intact hymen. My excitement was building. Both were hot and sexy and loved sex. When he answered the door, he smiled seeing them. Once in the door, they both kissed him each taking turns tonguing his mouth. Then they started to undress him, kissing his skin as they uncovered it. They licked and sucked his nipples, kissed and licked his back. As they removed his pants, they grabbed his hard cock and as one sucked the cock, one sucked his balls. They then layed him on the bed tieing him downwith his legs spread wide. They kissed him from.