Five seconds later, it pulsated with anticipation for my seed to jettison out of it. Instead of crossing the finish line to earn a chance to be my sib...ing/child, they found themselves splattered all over my blanket, and mom’s stomachs and tits.After allowing herself a moment of post-sex bliss she suddenly sprung back into mom mode. She looked at my alarm clock and squealed that it was 8:30. I couldn’t go to a party reeking of sex and sweat mingled with the off-putting stench of my cologne. I. Besides being fairly sure she was lying down, she was unable to tell much else.As her head started to clear, she was able to distinguish additional details. Whatever she was lying on was made of stone or rock of some kind, and was cood beneath her clothing.Having been only semi-conscious due to the impact to her head earlier, Tamara was only able to recall flashes of what had happened to her in the burial chamber, and her mind quickly tried to bury what it did remember, however a dull ache. We had to look like her husbands colleagues , not workers.She insisted we take a seat and asked us what was up."Look Mrs Johnson, there really is no easy way to say this... Your husband is having an affair."Mrs Johnson, in all her beauty, was taken back. "My husband? Are you sure? How do you know?" She said, she was almost in tears but stayed strong."Every Wednesday night after dinner he will have sex with Anita from the office." I said, believing my own lie."The fat secretary?! HE CHEATED ON. She sipped at her wine, barely tasting it. Fran’s eyes softened and she gave Monica’s hand a squeeze. ‘Well,’ she said, ‘You’d better tighten up a bit, because he’s heading this way.’ Gulping the last of her wine, she ducked past Fran and Nick. ‘Time to powder my nose, I’d say.’ The bathroom was plush and fragrant and Monica closed her eyes as she locked herself into a cubicle, welcoming the safety. She breathed deeply, trying to calm her thumping heart. This was getting ridiculous. She would.