Now naked, I could see the long, thick, black cock Cassandra had been keeping under her skirt. A shock. What now? Stand up, pull up my pants and bolt ...rom the apartment? No where to go on a cold night in a foreign town. Not proceed and make a large protest? But Cassandra's mouth was pure heaven on my cock. I wanted more of that. Maybe I could have sex and never touch that magnificent black hammer she had between her legs. The men retreated form Cassandra's admonishment. She approached me naked,. I leaned forward and kissed her like we were two lovers, not two siblings. She opened her mouth and our tongues spun around each other as I slowly began to make love to her. I wanted this moment of intimacy to last forever. I wanted her to never regret her first time. A couple of minutes into the flow pace, she broke the kiss and moaned gently, "Faster Anthony, please, faster." I obliged her request, pumping in and out of her faster, although not at full speed. Her moans increased exponentially. I managed to get the airplane door open and got the two girls and myself out. The pilot didn’t make it however; he died in the crash. I just got us clear of the plane to see if it was going to blow up or anything. Then as I carefully walked around the plane at a distance I could see that both of the wings had been severed and were destroyed as we had slid between two coconut trees. The landing gear had been ripped off and the propeller had been mangled and twisted. We were screwed!I took the. I realized that the gentlemanly thing to do would have been to give her the bottle and let her go first, but... well, I had to admit that I wanted her to piss her shorts right there in the back seat. I didn't care whether she pissed all over the seat or not; I just wanted to watch that wet spot blossom and grow all across the crotch of her shorts, and think about it flowing down her buttocks until she was sitting in a nice warm puddle of her own urine, her panties clinging stickily to her pussy.