”“Oh, I can’t drink beer,” I said. She looked at me. I’d had no alcohol since the night I got knocked up.“I forgot. When I was a student, ...e could drink 3.2 beer at 19. I was thinking of picking up the pizza and a six-pack and going to my place. You can crash there so you don’t appear in public. I’ll limit you.”“I ... uh ... actually don’t drink. I’d love pizza and a Coke, though.” Fuck! Coke was probably just as bad for the baby as alcohol. But I hadn’t had a soft drink in three months. I. . obviously hesitant, though I knew she would eventually as she looked at her sister."I once did it sitting in the back seat of the car when Chris drove me to school one morning," she laughed."I don't remember that, where the hell was I?" Stacy asked."Sitting in the front seat," Tracy smiled. "Neither one of you had a clue, had a nice little orgasm too as I recall it," she laughed. "OK, so ... there's mine, now ... tell us yours!"Stacy was however blushing furiously now, and I could see she was. When it reached a full year without a single incident of bedroom romance I filed for divorce. We tried a few weeks of marriage counseling, but when the lady therapist started to take my side, she quit going and signed the papers.Sorry ... being forty is not too old to be having sex!So ... all I have is my work, and fortunately I love it!By mid-late afternoon, the sleet had mostly stopped and now it was just snowing. A pre-Christmas winter blizzard that just put down more and more wet snow.. I was as hard as a rock watching her, and my heart was banging in my chest. The door closed for a moment, and when it opened, she walked out of the bathroom toward the bed. I noticed only the mirror lights were on. She walked up to me, and gave me a light kiss on the cheek, then sat across from me on the bed and began to fold up her work clothes. We small-talked as she put her dress on a hangar, foled up her pantyhose, and burgundy coloured half slip, saying, "well, this will fill my hamper to.