“So what are you making?” I asked her. She blinked up at me for a moment then stepped back from our embrace and walked to the stove.“Well I was ...making an omelet before you scared me into next week.” She said as she resumed poking at her omelet with a spatula. I sat at the counter after pouring myself a cup of coffee. I know where all her cups are and everything else in her house of course. I’ve been here a million times after all.I sipped my coffee and she finished her omelet and sat across. This small cavern butted onto the transporter ring cavern and the crystals and been sucking heat through the wall, so they were a lot brighter than when I first arrived. I think I might have let some of them funny bugs loose in there as well as I now had a lot more crystals in that room.We had quite a few discussions about what we needed to do before we left. One of the tough ones was what the hell would we could and should take with us. To start with, we knew everything we took had to fit. Her friend needed time. Time to digest, accept, what they had heard. Maybe not believe, but ... accept. Ben and Cathy helped with the tent, holding the poles and ropes as needed. Once the fire was going, she set the two youngsters on vegetable peeling duty. There was much giggling, Ben's distracted mood gone, for now. As Heather stood off out of the firelight, leaning against a tree, Lil fluttered down onto her shoulder."Have you ever heard of a story this silly?" Not outside of a book,". Neither Tim or Bertha hid their bodies from their daughter so Katie was more fascinated by Tim,s cock than offended as so,e teenage daughters might be. Without hesitation she climbed on the bed without waking Tim already feeling calmer despite the fact that the storm raged even more violent outside the window with a strong wind driving the torrential rain that accompanied the thunder and lightning. Katie just couldn,t resist touching her father,s penis and marvelling how hard it had become and.