You see, he was a test pilot - no, not airplanes, motorbikes. He used to test those heavy racing machines and fine tune them to get the best performan...e out of them. This job was considered dangerous and the people he worked for took out a life insurance policy in his name as part of his contract."Although Billy never seriously believed that anything could happen to him, he assumed that I could only benefit from the insurance as his lawfully wedded wife. So I finally gave in to his pleas and. Then trying to sound serious again, "Let me trytweak the settings. You never get it right."Suddenly the screaming is getting louder. It becomes louder and louderuntil I became aware of having a body again. A screaming body. I stopscreaming and look around me in shock. In front of me are two ... things. Ihave no idea what they are."That's better" the second alien thing says. I can't figure out how ittalks, let alone why it speaks English."What happened to me? I thought I died!" I ask of these. To the common observer, he was often pale these days, and was as cheerful as a rock buried under six feet of snow on the driveway of some poor chap who seems to have forgotten how to use a shovel. John passed off his lack of general enthusiasm to some vague sickness, resembling something like flu or a cold or a cold flu according to his descriptions. Whatever the case, the general consensus was that he was ill to some degree and had a valid excuse to not act like his usual bouncy self. Even. “Open your legs for him,” Phyllis said and Vanessa did, an invitation which Duke took to continue his ministrations on this new person, his head fully covered by Vanessa’s dress. Then Vanessa jumped and said “Oh!” and then “Oh!” again. It was very quiet in the living room just then and Phyllis lifted Vanessa’s dress to her waist. Duke’s nose and tongue was at her, anxiously licking her cunt, his nose teasing her as it rubbed between the folds of skin now swollen. The room was very still.