Another woman was a very curvy redhead. A few years younger than me...maybe early 30s. Lovely head of hair, and tits that were easily D, if not DD. As...I say, nice and curvy. Not someone you'd describe as a BBW by any means, but, just, well, curvy. I've always been attracted to women who have a little extra (though Sarah was an exception). She was sweet, bright, and funny, and I thoroughly enjoyed chatting with her. With my eyes on her tits the whole time. She was very aware of where my gaze. My wife looked at me smiled and said she saw Sherry standing there for about 10 minutes and said it really turned her on to have her sister see her being fucked right in front of her.My wife smiled up at Sherry and said it’s Sherry’s turn! Sherry slowly stroked my now limp dick. Her soft warm hands felt so good. Sherry began to suck my dick, I looked over at my wife who was smiling at me now. Soon, Sherry had me rock hard again as she continued to suck my dick. Sherry sucked my dick like it was. I heard someone get up, walk to the door and open it as much as she could – the chain was always a bit loose. It was Erika. She called out, "Wake up everyone. Something's happening."We got up and Maria lit her candle. The windows had something gray just beyond the bars, and there was the same gray thing six inches outside the door. "That looks like a Confederacy barrier field," someone said – I think it was Anita – "I saw one once." If the Confederacy are here then it might be to rescue us,". The only other vehicle I had ever driven, other than the driving school’s car, was my Citroen Ami 8, (the model up from a 2CV) with a powerful 602cc engine and a dash-mounted gear lever. Not surprisingly, I felt somewhat uneasy sat high up in the cab behind the large steering wheel and floor-mounted gear stick of the Bedford.I drove carefully out of the Sorting Office car park. Thankfully, the streets were quiet, and as we proceeded --slowly – along the main thoroughfare out of Cardiff, I.