I slid my sweats off and stepped out of them, when I did this it brought me closer to her head and I could feel her breath on the head of my cock, I a...most shot my load. I stepped closer and her breath felt even better, I slid the foreskin forward and collected some cum on my finger. I put my finger close to her lips and gently put the cum on her lips. Her tongue came out and licked off the cum, I thought I was going to explode. I was now stroking my cock and I took a step closer so my dick. How many survived the crash?”“Nine, including me and you.”“There were fourteen on board.”“I know. What caused the crash?” Betsy asked.“We lost power. Everything just went out. Engines, radio, and ... well ... everything. This is a fly by wire jet. When we lost electricity, we couldn’t steer the plane. We just dropped from the sky.”“That’s bad.”“You aren’t just whistling Dixie. We couldn’t radio in our position, I think the transponder went out, and we might not have even been on radar for as. After all, this wasn’t meant to be romantic or pleasant, she merely wanted to coax an orgasm out of herself, in the hope that it would clear her mind. The quicker she was done, the better.But the more aroused she got, the more did her thoughts wander off to dark places. She was still masturbating feverishly when she realized that it was nothing but dumb luck that she wasn’t pregnant already. Her father hadn’t wasted a single thought on using protection. Her worst nightmare had nearly come. When I told her I was going to spend the next day selecting that stuff she volunteered to help me. I picked her up and we went shopping. She was very definite in her ideas, making selections based on her criteria, all of which was fine with me as I did not really like doing this part. It was a chore and tedious to me but a fun trip for her. What a find. I had a couple more units that were going to need refurbishing coming up and, if we stayed together, her help would be most welcome. I did.