“But looking at your old lady, if I’m any judge, she doesn’t want to slow anything down tonight. My sweet man has worked his magic, got her well...and truly under his spell,” she smiled in her gentle Southern accent, all the time looking at me to judge my reaction, seeing enough of my schizoid hesitation to tease and nudge me just a little more.“But honey, seeing the way your sweet wife’s looking at my man, there’s only one way that thing’s going to end tonight. So if that’s not something you’re. "Shit, baby, get up!"Trish did so, looking to her husband for the cause of his distress. He was looking down at her spermy crotch."You were supposed to put in your diaphragm, Trish! You could get pregnant!" Guy was freaking out. He really didn't want another kid; one was more than enough."Oh..." Trish said. "Okay, I'll go put it in now." Uh, no," Guy grabbed her arm before she could get up, "That'll just trap my boys inside you. When was your last period?" Ended a few days ago," she. I can say that we took immediate advantage of the distance provided, though after our first time we decided that we would wait until we had showered as the sand and dried salt made our time on the beach uncomfortable.The next couple of days were fun as Antonia filled me in on what her and her father had found and what they thought it meant. She also passed along her father's thanks for the upgraded equipment as there had been an accident and the better gear proved the difference in keeping. "Yeah. Wednesday. See you later, baby," he answered. She reluctantly took the phone from her ear and shoved it under her pillow before pressing the Off button, so as to muffle the beeping sound as the phone shut itself off. She hastily rolled over on her side, relaxing her muscles and closing her eyes, mimicking sleep as best she could with her fingers still buried in her damp panties. She fell asleep that way, her fingers gently cradling her pussy lips, palm against her clit, the first.