.I’m lying on my car trolley sliding under my MG to restore a hand-brake linkage, wearing just running leggings and a T-shit. Hearing ‘clip clop�... of high heels I strain my neck to see, between my chest and car, a pair red high heeled shoes. Thinking to myself that my wife has bought ANOTHER pair of shoes! I return to the linkage when my leggings are pulled down to my calves. “Not now darling think of the neighbours,” I suggest. While trying to remove a split pin I was pulled partly out by my. I could hear the sister quietly snoring so it was time to do some spying.I slid out of bed & grabbed a little pen torch I had got for these occasions.I slowly crept to her bed.she was lying with her back to me but she had a sheet covering her arse.ever so gently I slid it down so I could feast on the view.I shone the torch on the crack of her arse & followed her g-string down to where it disappeared into her pussy lips.I was so tempting to touch her my heart was beating fast as,so I took a deep. . ...ever?" she asked, breaking the spell.I thought for a while... "Well yeah, last New Years... ...I got really drunk and... ...I..." "Go head." Cathy pushed lightly. "...Well... ...on the way home... ...in the car, your dad was driving and I leaned against the door... ...and kinda..." "Come on. Don't stop now." Cathy egged me on with a soothing rub of her hand on my thigh. I sighed; took a deep breath, “I was really, really drunk...” “OK…You were drunk…Annnnnnnd-.” "I pulled my dress up. Grandad was a retired Sergeant Major from the Army. He served for 38 years of his life, and fought in 3 wars. He was highly decorated, and even thought by some as a hero. He would simply reply that EVERY man or woman that took the oath, and wore the uniform, was a hero to him. Some just did more to serve at times, and faced different challenges. Granny, in the old days, would have been a "Beloved Woman." A place of high honor among our people. She showed much more than usual common sense, and.