.. would you please ... fuck me?”“Your wish is my command.” Chris responded with a satisfied smile.Beth rolled her eyes as she turned to look at...Elizabeth who started giggling.“May I have the honor?” Elizabeth suggested as she reached and held her husband’s cock and gently guiding it towards Beth’s pussy.“By all means Elizabeth, after all I’m just borrowing your husband.”Elizabeth started to gently rub the head of Chris’s cock up and down Beth’s slit. Then let it settled at her opening.“Are you. ..I.." I stopped myself for some reason, obeying Craigs advice. "I'll see you tomorrow, get yourself some beauty sleep sunshine" Craig said. "Sunshine?" I thought. Little weird, but whatever. I took Craig's advice and as rockets bursted in the night sky, I promptly went to bed around 10pm. No static this night. I thought it was weird because the last time I didn't hear static Craig was also out of the home. But I thought maybe I just missed it with the fireworks going off. What I did find weird. ." Karen, knowing that it was in her best interest to do so, tactfully encouragedGabriella to present her with some sort of tangible proof to back up theassertions that her spunky house mate was making. "Well... when I look at you with my mind's eye - my inner-eye! Or, if youwill, my psychic eye! - I catch fleeting glimpses of a man with short cropped,steel gray hair. He - you! - looks to be, shall we say, somewhere in hismid-fifties. And, though I get a fleeting impression that he wears a. "So who wants to start this discussion?" I asked the crowd as I sat back down. Vicky decided to go first."My thought is to use what the aliens have already given us," Vicky suggested. "We know they can provide shipping containers in all shapes and sizes. I know from being in the Guard that shipping containers can be fitted out as sleeping quarters, just like the kitchen unit and the bath unit. They might not be pretty, but shipping container barracks would be better than spending the winter in.