"How did this happen?", I mumbled to myself.
"Ben, what's in your trousers?" Tash asked. I felt a little awkward showing her, but she'd just done the same for me. I pulled down my trousers and pants, and showed her the sorry-looking weiner dangling from my crotch. Only, now, with pants down, did I notice that my weiner and ballsack was surrounded by the hairless mound that was Tash's pussy.
"We've got each other's stuff", I said, then felt stupid for stating the obvious. Now that I was paying attention, I realised that the strange sensation in my crotch was feeling a sausage stinking out of my new pussy. Gently, I felt around the base of the weiner, and realised it continued up inside the pussy. Feeling deeper, I twitched and pulled back as I brushed against the tiny clit that rested against the weiner. I then remembered that I was stood half-naked in front of Tash while feeling myself up, and blushed.
"How do we fix this?" Tash asked, looking around the empty cabin, as her trousers fell to her ankles.