As soon as she had realized I went private she started taking of the outfit she had on and into the silver satin slip. It flowed over her tight little... body in tiny, shiny, waves. I felt the blood slowly head to my raising penis. Then as she slid the tight, smooth, satin gloves on, I grabbed a pink satin slip I had stolen from my best friends girlfriends dresser a while ago. I'd been jerking off with it for some time and it was still handy. Now in private chat I could hear her speaking though my. “But if you get pregnant?” he practically stuttered.“I’ll say his condom must have leaked?” she shrugged.“Pregnant?” Cheryl gasped.“Constance told me, after the fact by the way, that she had no protection.”“You’re supposed to figure that out before,” Cheryl pouted cutely, her fist on her wonderfully naked hips.“I assumed she couldn’t,” he said.“You know what they say about assumptions.”“Ass between you and me?”“I’m not ready for that, for being pregnant,” Cheryl switched gears.“I’m probably too. On the way back up the pool, I had a brief view of his body under the water, as he powered away, his strong legs moving rhythmically behind him and his blue swim shorts clinging and rippling in the currents across his powerful buttocks, now beautifully back-lit by the underwater pool lights.He reached the deep-end first of course and I expected him to turn again but he seemed to disappear from view as I came up to the bar. I was just about to grab my trunks from their hiding-place when there. In fact, he'd heard more than a few of the older men at his Dad's hardware store remark that they'd love to date Christine now that she was a widow. Of course a few of them had put it in a lot blunter terms. They'd been friends of Ron Burke and many times over the years had envied the woman he went to bed with each night.Jim had thought that if he were thirty or so years older, he'd probably want to date Mrs. Burke too. Aside from her personality, which was reason enough in his mind, Christine.