“There’s been a mistake,” he started to say.“Sir, excuse me but my instructions are, and I quote, ‘do not leave without them in your car eve... if you have to drag them by their ears’. I’m not violent person Mr. Olson so please... ,” he pointed at the car.“What’s going on?” Sherri said as she walked sleepily to her husband.“Bonny thinks we’re going somewhere nice this weekend and sent this gentleman to take us there.”“Mrs. Olson?”“Yes?”“This is for you,” the man said, handing her an. "That there June girl," George said, "she's a right purty one." Hard to tell," I said."Then you didn' even look at her. Mother's good lookin' too. Damn shame they was treated that way."I waved him quiet, and we heard horsemen on the nearby road, just two men it sounded like. George sat where he was, but curiosity drew me to the roadside. And here came a rider in blue alongside one in British red, and the Redcoat was an officer and wore a black patch on his eye. I ran back and got George, and we. Or perhaps it was at the dark spot staining the crotch of my panties. “You look very sexy, baby. Thank you for putting so much effort into looking pretty for me.” A tremulous smile touched my lips, noting a hint of warmth in her voice and under that, desire. “Take off your panties. I want to see your cunt or rather, my cunt. It belongs to me, after all. Isn’t that right, Shannon? And remove my egg, you won’t be needing it anymore.” My mouth suddenly dry, I managed to choke out a reply, tears. When she did, Sandra toldme, "I believe every word you say, Dave. Let's go back to myapartment."When we arrived, she immediately ripped open her dress and looked ather tits in the mirror. Slowly, they began to move around! Shepointed them up, down, and all different directions. Also, she wasable to swell them up and flatten them out at will."Lisa, did you meet the alien guy in the washroom?" I asked."No, I met his female partner, of course. They're an advanced race,Dave, not a bunch of peepers..