This would be our last night on the North American continent.In the morning, we loaded and left for Reykjavik, Iceland. We flew into the airport and l...nded. It was deserted and looked to have been that way for a long time. The weather was cool but felt great. We found fuel, lots of fuel. It tested good and we started the process of refueling while I had guards set out. Robby and I took a four-wheeler and wandered into the city but saw and heard nothing. When we returned, we talked about a next. She began kissing me full on with tongue, she had on strawberry lip stuff she was tasting sweet and delicious. “I have waited and wanted so long to be alone with you” she whispered. “I cannot fucking wait any longer. Please fuck me”I reached forward and pushed the papers of the table and grabbed her ass and guided her to sit on the table as we continued to kiss. She pulled my shirt off as I pulled her shorts off exposing her neat clean pussy. Only a thin landing strip of pubic hair. “very. She was a student of English and philosophy but had enough sense to pursue biology instead. She wrote poems about rocks and stones and cicadas, all the things that I missed. She taught me about rebellion and rock music, modern art and what it meant to be alive.She took me back to her dorm room one evening to change her shirt. Her breasts tumbled out of their restraints perfect and shapely. I was sitting on her bed, watching her do it. They were small, crested by tight brown nipples. I tried not. And I now I was rubbing my bare hand on her stomach and waist. While moving up I slowly touched her bra line and looked at her. She had closed her eyes very tightly and I knew that this was my moment.So now I use to move my hand from bra line till her kameez line. I was slowly moving her kameez down but it was tight. So I touched her thigh and asked whether she got hurt here. She just nodded and I untied and removed her kameez with in flash. When I touched her thigh and looked at her she closed.