She crept into the tunnel. It was maybe five feet wide and long, narrow furrows were dug into the sides of the walls, barely large enough to house a c...rpse. Unsurprisingly, none were occupied any more. Just a few dozen feet down the tunnel, a thick wool curtain covered another archway. It looked rather new, quite at odds with the rest of the crypt.Arach pushed the curtain aside with the tip of her blade, ready to dodge any traps she might set off by doing so. Soft candlelight greeted her,. But was not happy in life. It was exactly 8 years ago she got married to an engineer, selected by her parents. He was good looking, educated and was employed in a public sector company getting near five figure salary. My parents were very happy and she also felt same and why not?Her dreams were shattered just after marriage. On the first night she was very excited and had listened to her mother and some friends about what would actually happen and was eagerly awaiting for that moment. But her. She lived for arguments based on logic. (Sometimes, we called her Spock, though usually not to her face.) She took a deep breath as she marshaled her thoughts and began to enumerate. That deep breath did marvelous things to her tanned cleavage. "First of all, men's breasts are non-functional; they don't produce milk," she started to tick them off on her fingers, but I interrupted."Neither do yours, right now. And besides, when a woman is breastfeeding, it is the one time she can expose a bare. Mary's legs gave way as she crumpled to the bed. I backed off and moved up next to her as she was semi-conscious and panting wildly.As she slowly came back around, I rolled her on her side and spooned her from behind. I wrapped one arm under the crook of her swanlike neck and across her chest. The other was around her waist, pulling her in tight to me. Her hands lay across mine as her breathing eased. I murmured in her ear, "Are you enjoying your lessons so far, Mary?" Very much so! But.