For sure, half of her ass cheeks were sticking out of the bottom of her tattered cut-offs. Apparently, the dress code was not being enforced that nigh...."Why so quiet, tonight, Unc? Is that bulge in your shorts cutting off your air supply?"I looked down & sure enuff, she was right! I had a monster stiffy!! And it was starting to hurt, too!!! (Good, old Viagrow.) I looked up at her and said it was none of her business, rather shocked at her sudden brazenness. Only just recently had we started to. "It's getting really hot out here." In more ways than one, I thought to myself. She laughed and then a mischievous smile spread across her face. "Have you ever gone skinny-dipping?" Sam asked.I blushed. "No I've never," I manage to say. "H...have you?" Once or twice," she winked. "Come on, it'll be fun." Well..." It's just the two of us and whatever happens, I won't say anything." She looked at me with a look that I simply couldn't place."Alright," I said standing up. Sam simply smiled; we. She lost the c***d through miscarriage some 3 months later. When I think about it even now, years later I can’t help but get sexually excited.To this day, I still haven’t worked out if it was the sight of her having sex with another man that excites me or if it was the thought of his sperm impregnating her. Perhaps it was both. During my life time, I have not experienced anything that compares to this experience. After this, she was a different woman and flirted with anyone who she thought had. Gauthier. When would be convenient for you?" Would Thursday be all right?" she asked tentatively."Thursday will be fine. Where should we meet?" My late husband belonged to the University Club and I've retained his membership. Why don't we meet there? Oh by the way, you'll need to wear a tie. Sorry about that." That won't be a problem. Thursday noon at the University Club. I'll see you then," I said.I wondered what this was about. I looked up the University Club website and saw immediately that.