Iknow what you've been doing with my underwear and my stockings too yousick little bastard!" Beatrice exploded."You're the sicko! The night you came ...ome drunk and made me rub yourfeet and then pretended to be asleep and showed off your cunt to methrough your pantyhose! That was sick!" Steven retorted."Sniffing and wanking into Abigail's knickers is sick too, especiallynow that you know she has a cock, you little perv!" Beatrice countered.Steven started to laugh."We can trade insults all. She got a busy day today." I realizedit was a new day. It felt like a week had gone by."Get up Sue and get dressed." Jack said. I got up and felt so weak. Ilooked down and my wet clothes were on the floor next to me. I fixed mysports bra that was pulled half way off me and stepped into my soakingwet shorts. My Tank top was also soaked. I was standing there drippingwet. The makeup I put on was smeared and my hair was a mess. I felt likeI had cum all over me. My ass and insides were on fire.Jack. Different too, yes, very different in many ways, but not a kind of difference to fear, just ... a difference."There was a long silence. Nobody moved. Then at last the mother spoke again. "You humans have taught us very much in many ways. 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 dropped. She swallowed to dispel a sudden lump in her throat. "About that," she answered in a husky voice. "Perhaps. She sat and I sat across from her. We talked about what we had been doing for the last months. When I told her I was in London she said she was there too, but two weeks later.The Mac & Cheese was wonderful. I had never thought of putting lobster in it, but it was good. When we finished, Taylor walked over to me and took my hand. She led me to the bed and we laid down. She had kicked off her heels. I was still naked and she was still wearing jeans."I get dessert first," she said as she engulfed.