She had to bend at an alarming angle to avoid banging her head. Here we go again, she thought.After what felt like several hours, but was in fact only... a few minutes, they entered a large torch lit cavern. Hundreds of the little grey men were sitting in tiered benches cut in the rock all facing her as she was pushed onto a low dais at the foot of the amphitheatre.She stood and looked at them, noticing how they all looked the same, with no identifying marks or variation in their clothing. Idly,. Her sister's got a new baby and she was due to go out for her first date night with her husband since giving birth. (Sounds like she needed a break from babyzilla. From what Trish has told me, the sprog screams for Britain because he's teething!)Anyway, in her email, Trish said the babysitter had let them down at the last minute, so she'd been asked, and being family she couldn't exactly refuse. So that was that! My weekend ruined, or so I thought. So I decided I'd just head home and see what. We rifled the corpses' clothes and rolled them in, barely looking at each other. They bobbled out of sight, and we washed our hands and got introduced.She was Mrs. Johnson, Portia Johnson she said, and her girls were Juliet, who was fifteen, and Bianca, who was a year or so older. "We jus' made 'em widows, we did," the woman said proudly.I looked at her in wonder."Actually, them two I stuck was their husbands, filthy buggers." They were," I said, dumbfounded.She nodded. "Man I married, he made. He went up on tip toe and took his hands from her neck and grabbed her breasts. He gripped them painfully. Fucking her throat as if it were a slack cunt.In the middle of one of these plunges he began to cum. He rammed his thick 8 inch prick as far as it would go and let it spurt out his firstgreat glob of spunk.She arched her back fighting to pull away. Her windpipe rapidly thumping to capacity with his hot seed."Swallow you stupid cunt," he told her, "Swallow! Swallow! you'll choke you thick.