"Once you are there I want you to walk along the main road between the fountain and Museum of Man. It has some sort of Spanish name. Look at a tourist...map if you can't find it. What are you wearing?" she asked"I am in a jeans and a gray sweatshirt that says "Hoyas" on it," said Beth, she was wearing a Georgetown sweatshirt she had 'borrowed' from Steve."OK I will contact you. You must be alone. I want you there at 1:00 PM. I will contact you sometime later. If I do not contact you by 4:00 then. . you shouldn't..." She was trying to protest but was protesting the wrong way, leaning into my body, her hands reached up around my head, pulling me closer. Then it happened and I knew she was mine for the taking. She turned her head and our lips met. Sure, I'd kissed girls before, but today I was kissing a mature woman. Her lips parted and her tongue touched mine and it felt like fire. It consumed us both. My hand tugged at her skirt to find an opening. I wanted to touch her pussy. She helped. We planned to return.We walked around a little more and went into the office and checked out some maps finding one for Duluth and another for Winnipeg. We took those and left for the plane. We still hadn't heard or seen any sign of people being here in the last few years. We heard animal sounds but not even much of those. We got back into the plane and took off for Duluth. We flew low and slow looking for signs of people in the fields or smoke rising into the air."Bennie, where is everyone?. Paul's titty-play grew more primal. He kissed/suckled her with more and more ambitious mouthfuls. He began softly scratching the surface of her breast with his teeth and flicking her erect nipple with his tongue, much to Marcy's pleasure. Even the hot breath he snorted upon her breast excited her a little. His timid exploration of her other tit had evolved into a firm massage. The erection of her nipple seemed to make it a point of interest for Paul's fingers and they spent a lot of time.