“Want some water?” she asked.“Please.”A few gulps later I had recovered a little of my composure. Half a glass more and I was back to normal, ...t least outwardly. Izzy had gone back to her room to get dressed, a bouncy spring in her step that made my own situation feel even worse.'Me pregnant? At the age of fifty-one? How could this be?What kind of nightmare was this?'My legs felt like lead as I returned to the bedroom I shared with my husband, the slim white home test; the harbinger of doom. Tony understood and after pulling on his shirt and trousers, walked me to the front door of his apartment then down in the lift to the outside security door. We hugged and kissed goodbye in the lobby like friends, as we would have done before our affair started.I thanked him for a wonderful evening, promising to meet again soon, as long as Pete was still content of course.The foyer light went out on its timer and we kissed again in the darkness, this time with mouths wide open, tongues. I didn’t want to put on yesterday’s clothes and, well, I was feeling horny and a little presumptuous so I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed back into the living room to find Sarah sipping her coffee. ‘You’re allowed to put your clothes back on’ she said with a smile. ‘I didn’t want to…’ I replied, my cock twitching. Her eyes flicked down to my bulge and sipped her coffee. ‘Well, you can wait a little longer, I’m not wasting a second cup of coffee.’ Grinning, I sat beside her and. Our hands were all over each other. Hers pushing off my t-shirt. Mine sliding around in what was left of the oil covering her upper body. A moment of awkwardness as I pull her trousers off and she pulls mine down. My dick is so hard I think it's going to tear a hole in my underwear and she looks at it and smiles (I think it had been a while since she'd even seen a cock). I push her back down and thrust my hands inside her lacy little panties. Her cunt is as slick as her oiled up tits, and as I.