You really had Lord Morgan worried.”“What of Earth Freshly Turned?”“Shadow touched. He was doing better when I last checked.”I beamed. “So... my plan might work. If somehow we can get past the tragedy. Morgan told you?”“Yes. He said not to look.”“He’s right.”“Telling the community will be difficult.”“True,” I said. “Fuck! did you report in to Oak Leaf?”“Morgan said he’d call in; I wanted to get your status but ended up staying here with you.”“So, he didn’t declare an emergency?”“Of course not,. ' This led to the invention of an 'Identification Friend or Foe' system. The RAF hurriedly fitted these IFF devices to all its aeroplanes and it was now common to hear a controller instruct an unidentified aircraft to "squawk your parrot."The pilots were getting used to the battle control system that 'Stuffy' Dowding was rapidly now perfecting. Sir Hugh Dowding may not have been the best squadron commander in the Royal Flying Corps in Peter's day, but he had come into his own as the Commander. I told her to lay on the bed whilst I found another ‘toy’ as the one I had used on Claire would be too big for her. I rummaged in the drawer and found a long thin vibrator which would not stretch her little cunt too much. Claire was already on the bed next to her and was sucking on her little nipples so I lay down on the other side and stroked her downy pussy lips. She opened her legs further and I slipped my fingers down into her wet folds coating them in her juices I felt for her little cunt. But Alyssa’s hunger was big enough, to be pleased with the scraps she was given. As the four youngsters attacked the bread, conversation started flowing. “So are you pleased by how things go around here?” Martin asked. She had just stuffed her mouth with a piece of bread. “Uhumm.” She nodded to make sure he understood it was a ‘yes’. “I think she’s more interested in food than in you.” Damien chuckled, taking a drink of his mug. “Alyssa has been travelling with her dad a lot, she hasn’t.