You teach us again now." She turned to Meiers­dottir. "We will go with you, Amanda. You say one hundred may go?"Meiersdottir's jaw had literally drop...ed. She swallowed to dispel a sudden lump in her throat. "About that," she answered in a husky voice. "Perhaps a few more." One hundred and ten?" the alien asked. Meiersdottir nodded wordlessly. "They will be ready and will come to you where your lander stands in two days' time. We need this time for ... you have no words, it is a thing of the. Actually, I've got some rather nice Armagnac. How does that sound?" Perfect!"They released each other and Richard headed off towards his drinks cupboard. Deborah was only a step behind so that when he stepped back with the bottle in his hand they bumped into each other. Deborah giggled. Richard, turning, kissed her quickly.Having poured two glasses they walked back to the sitting room and collapsed on the sofa, Richard with his left arm round Deborah's shoulder. She warmed the glass in her. But then she walked barefoot over the whales stomach to the cock and rubbed with both hands.This time she sat down, but after ten minutes when the girls supposed that the whale would cum again, she stood up, helped her friends to tower the big cock and they where right. The whale was bending over a bit while he came and again the girls yelled: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, twelve, thirteen, f******n, fifteen, sixteen, s*******n, yeeaaahhooo".Exhaused the whale. The irony of being so turned on at the same time as his wife but, not being the man who was eliciting the moans from her, was not lost on him. In fact, it heightened his feelings of inadequacy, anger and loin-churning urges. Tom didn’t realise it but he was experiencing the quintessential emotions of Cuckold angst. That burning, painful, confusion of emotions expressed as a conflict of personal desire; confused principles of what are acceptable behaviours; and the overpowering sensation of.