At least an hour passes as you drift about in darkness, wrapped up in a wet, thick embrace of flesh and spooge. Eventually, you wake and find yourself still in the rather comforting chamber of the nurse's womb, her heart having since slowed considerably from the frantic orgasms before.

Something is different though...what it is you can't put your finger on as your mind tries to lurch free of the sticky mush of grogginess. The more awake you become, the more you can think about what it is that seems different...