I was not greatly impressed. The church sat in the middle of a small open area, surrounded by factories and habitations that had over time encroached ...nto church land. There were several alleyways behind the main thoroughfares, stinking in filth, and harbouring more rats than Hamelin before the Pied Piper arrived in the town.“The Birmingham garrison commander, Colonel Cross, will have his work cut out managing a crowd hemmed into this small space.” I said to Wilhelm, who was scanning our. “I guess I kind of figured that,” he replied as he looked the older slender woman over. He smiled and she did too and then he asked her why she was out there doing “nothing.” “Well I could be honest with you,” she replied. “But that would mean I am lying.” He asked what she meant. She smiled again and thought about how to put this. Then she told him. She decided she would admit the truth. “First off, let me explain something. I am married as you can see, okay?” He nodded and smiled, looking at. "Harder!" she cried out! Yes, this was definitely Cassandra inthere, or what I had imagined her personality to be in my mind when wewere together, and from my previous fantasy that I had been stranded in.She pushed me onto the bed on my back and started to drop her skirt.Once it was on the ground, I could see her flat mound hidden in hersilky panties. They would be coming next I was sure of it. She insertedher thumbs into the waistband of the panties and slowly started pullingthem down,. It began gushing. I pressed my prick down. It was stiff but I needed to do something, badly. I began pissing, also, down onto her peeing pussy. She let out a loud groan and almost fell back. I was letting it all splash out against her pussy."Omigod, coming now. Shit. Oh fuck," she cried, but kept rubbing her pussy with her fingers.Then, as I forced my flow to stop, my hand was jerking my prick fast now. I moved closer to her as her piss dribbled out of her pussy, at last, and her hand reached.