Still, his hand felt nice on my inner thigh. Soon, I was licking his now erect black cock again.I managed to get about half of it in my mouth this tim.... As I sucked feverishly, memories of the previous night came flooding back to me. All thoughts that I shouldn't be doing this were dispelled by thoughts of sheer lust. I loved what I was doing, and I loved his black cock. I had no remorse or guilt; I wanted this!I needed the taste of his thick cum to rinse away the decaf coffee that had consumed. There's no many people here, just me and 20 something women, their age seem to range from 18 to 26 and they are beautiful. All of them wearing summer dresses in various colors, I overhear them talk about which bands they'll see. They are going to the Summer Music Festival!After 30 minutes of working up the courage to talk to them the announcement is made, I board the plane last, they are all sitting up front of the plane, and I further back."Maybe if I put up my tent close to theirs we could. She smiles and I take that as an invitation to come closer. However, I stop in my tracks and watch silently again as she cups her right hand to her breast. The left buries itself between her legs and she closes her eyes in complete nirvana. I know she is moaning, but I cannot hear her and I slowly realize that I haven't heard anything at all in this surreal landscape. I wait patiently for her inevitable climax, enthralled by the sight of her doing something so private in front of me. She. " Bev? Shouldn't we be panicking or crying or want to move the body away from us or something?"She thought about it as if it wasn't anything personal, like, shouldn't these trees have moss on them?"Yeah, I think we should," she finally answered. "But it doesn't bother me. Something tells me we just need to leave him back there near the pond and let whatever happens happen. I don't think it's going to be anything bad or weird. I do feel that if there's something we should do, we'll know about it.