It felt good. Now that I think about it, it had all happened so easily, too easily. Jen was a virgin, but she had a steady boyfriend all through high ...chool, and had dated a fair amount here at college. That meant she had self-control. Whether it was a good one or not, I had an excuse for acting strangely. Why had Jen slept with me so easily? Was she gay? No, I dismissed that thought immediately, we had had too many late-night butt discussions for that. Bi? Maybe, but we knew each other pretty. Tuesday the 12th February 1924. Archaeologist Howard Carter and his team were doing what they'd dreamed of for years. After months of excavating and plundering his tomb, they were finally opening the sarcophagus of the 18th dynasty Ancient Egyptian Pharaoh Tutankhamen. Inside the first sarcophagus they found a second, and in the second they found a third, which took a great deal of effort to remove. Then, finally, they opened the third sarcophagus.They all looked on in amazement at what they. They were slightly discolored, as was her stomach, the scales there a lighter shade like the underbelly of a lizard.Twin rows of chiseled abdominal muscles protruded from beneath her skin, firm and tight, shifting as she moved. Now he could get a better look at the hourglass shape of her inhumanly wide hips, the anchors that attached her powerful legs to the rest of her little body. She was still wearing her shorts, the thin, black fabric clinging to her like a second skin. It almost looked. Out of nowhere he stopped and yanked my shorts off. When nothing happened for a few seconds I stood up only to have his push me back down and grab my hips before ramming his cock into me. I moaned and grabbed my bed again, this time hanging on for dear life, terrified that I'd shoot off like a rocket at any second.Every couple minutes I'd moan and say I was sorry or just I'm sorry. Every time I said it, he'd pound me harder, so I kept it up. I was loving this side of Tyler. After awhile I could.