Still fertile

She looked at me and smiled. "I'm still fertile," she whispered.

I stared at her. "But didn't you just say..."

She smirked. "I told you I'm old enough that I shouldn't get pregnant. That didn't mean I can't get pregnant. Ever since our son was born, I had wanted a fourth child, but my husband refused to allow us to try."

Mrs. Foreman kissed me and caressed my skin as she continued to talk. "So, I tried sleeping around, hoping some guy would give me a fourth child."

I was confused. "But if your husband didn't want to have another child, forgive me, but did you use..."

She shook her head. "No, we didn't use any protection, but he would withdraw before he...ahem...finished."

She now pushed me so that I was lying on the couch. She straddled me, placing her hands on my bare chest. "So, John, will you marry me and give me another child?"