All of us were design professionals and we loved to talk about design to each other. Coming to the incident. Rima was working on a project entrusted t... her by her organization and needed some visuals and lay outing done for her assignment. My wife suggested that she could use my help. I work from home and at around 11:30 in the day I got a call from Rima. She asked me how I was and I told her I was good.Rima: So are u at home, I need some helpMe: Yeah I am. Yes Neha (my wife) told me about. I grinned and waved at him to continue on so he laughed and started pushing into her again, she wriggled and hit at him a couple of times but the water gurgling over the rocks made it impossible for me to hear what she was saying.I was making quite a tent in the front of my shorts and she spotted it and stopped struggling when he leaned forward saying something into her ear, I took the chance and started rubbing my erection outside my shorts while she started to push back at his thrusts.I eased. Pulling it out you see a text message from your wife. Quickly opening it it says:NOT WAITING ANOTHER GODDAMNED MONTH!GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THERE NOW!Unsure what top do you briefly think about leaving the meeting. You glance at your father-in-law who is staring a hole through you, seeming to know what you are thinking. The pain in your crotch from your hard-on is causing you to break out in a sweat. You feel your phone buzz again. You glance at the new message:I'M GETTING PREGNANT TODAYWITH OR. I'm very sorry, Son. I didn't mean what I said."Good. She's being my mother again, not my psychic lover, he thought. She isn't going to let me get away with diddly-squat."Aptly put, and as such your apology is accepted, Mother. I spent the night thinking about what you said and what I've done, and you were correct to label me sleazy. Comparing my sleaziness to coach's wasn't fair, though, and your comment pissed me off big time. I've never been so angry, and I hope I'm never that angry again..