“Anyway, he won’t be able to do it again now, that’s his second one tonight”. “Excuse me” I said. But they ignored me completely standing ...here with my cock not quite back in my trousers and carried on talking to each other. “Well if I can get it hard again, I get to have a go, OK?” Britney looked at me and my floppy cock fairly sure of herself and said OK and turning to me told me to drop my trousers again. I looked at them both and started to argue but Karen stepped forward and yanked them. I looked to see if it was a joke, to see if he was laughing – but he wasn’t. He was deadly serious. My husband actually wanted his brother to fuck me whilst I was eight months pregnant and to watch while it happened! He carried on “and you can stop looking like that Sum, I’m not asking you – I’m telling you. It’s all arranged. My folks are having Sean, Gary IS coming over Saturday night, he WILL fuck you and I WILL watch - so get used to that idea! You’ll do as you’re told, like you always do!”. That was okay, if she was careful, she'd make it home by nine.Melinda traveled about another mile down the road and saw a car pulled off to the side with its emergency flashers on. When she got closer there stood someone waving their arms madly, trying to flag someone down for help. Every time a car passed they got drenched with the slush. At first she hesitated in stopping, because it might not be a safe idea. After pondering things awhile, she decided why not, it was Christmas and no one. The scrapped delivery systems go out the same way.”“What’s a delivery system?” Chuck asked.“It’s a missile,” Darren said, wondering how limited the brilliant tech guy’s education actually was. “But one drained of its fuel.”“How do you transport them?” Holly cut in. “No one ever seen anything leave.”“Tunnel under the warehouse,” Janey said. “It’s brilliant. The materials come in the same way.”“What makes it so brilliant?” Darren asked.“Two-way tunnel,” she said. “Like the Chunnel. The comings.