We had been foolish, though I had protection, and we had tried to add to it with my pulling out, but we had only been partly successful with that part... and if the stories I heard could be believed, then we were either completely safe, or utterly doomed. I suspected it was somewhere between the two, but as Blackwood fell further behind it began to feel more and more like the former rather than the latter.The last few months of my college years were not stressful, academically. I had completed my. A grasp of the situation flapped around him like a moth for several seconds before it landed in his brain.Not Paula's body. Not Paula's tits. Paula's old nightgown, the one with the peekaboo holes over the tits. The one she'd worn on their wedding night.This was not good, a boozy voice inside him slurred.The only slightly less slurred voice issuing from his mouth said, "Where did you get that?" This nightgown? Mrs. Steve give me. Is pretty, no?" No," he said. "I mean, yes. I mean, no, we. His mobile rang and he flicked it open, seeing Emma’s name appear he felt his cock start to harden as he opened the picture file. It was obviously taken from an awkward angle and in the confined space, he assumed, of a train toilet. But that did not matter as he gasped with pleasure and his cock rose as he looked at her breasts encased in a black bra, her stiff nipples poking through the peephole just as he had instructed. His mobile rang again, this time the pic was from her waist down. Her. ” We sat in silence for a moment and then I had a brainwave. “You can stay with mum in Chelsea. That won’t cost you anything and she can keep an eye on you.” I added with a smile. “What do you mean, keep an eye on me?” “You know very well. I’m not having you wandering free round London. Mum will make sure you behave all week.” I could see Mike wasn’t keen but he knew as well as me that it made sense. By the time Mike got home the following night I had spoken to Mum and it was all agreed..