But this Widgeon is a smaller version of the Goose ... the airplane ... not the bird. Those Ranger engines are spares for the Widgeon. I wonder where ...it is? David!!!"David came running out of the hangar. "Junior?" We're back here!"Sure he was going to find blood and broken bones, he ran into the Quonset. "You scared me half to death ... what's up?" Did you find a Widgeon?" Nope ... no small ducks here." The airplane." No ... why?" There's spare engines for one ... or three ... since there's six. The first sensation was the slickness of the material. The second was the feel of her outer labia through the fabric. Then after just a second, it was the slow warmth emanating from her, seeping into my hand. She was hot, steaming. I started to notice the smell in the air from her. I closed my eyes, smelling the sex, smelling her body, a body that was excited about, of all things, me. Soon, she recovered enough to say, “Uh huh, I am,” and pushed her hand down my own shorts, finding my pussy. The wife returns in shorts and a shirt and takes Mitch's wrists and secures them to her waist band then hands me a crop, I smack her thighs while the wife grabs her hair and tells her "Wake-up Nap Over!". Mitch groans as the table is tilted and she slides to the floor then pulled by her hair to a standing posture still tipsy half awake, Lets Go the wife commands then Step Up then her collar is leashed to a bar inside a steel pipe rectangle. Gagged and blindfolded her ankles are secured spread. I barely noticed him in time.”Jeff just smiled at her, his demeanor becoming overly calm. “I understand,” he said, simply.Diana and her sister-wives passed a glance, all but the newest knowing that the situation was far from over. After a moment, Jeff went quickly on. “I know that you have seen Little One on vids, right?”“Yes, Sir,” Tosha replied as she stared at the little alien, only vaguely aware of the sudden tension in the room, and certainly not understanding it the way Jeff’s older wives.