"And I just want you to be prepared," I said."Prepared for what?" Catherine asked."In case you just happen to be the one to be her voyeur, of course!"...I answered laughing."Michael!" she said laughing with me. But I could sense she was slightly intrigued by the idea.Nicky and Jennifer approached Catherine and me."Excuse us, Michael, but could we talk to Grandmother?" she asked, winking at me."Of course! I was just leaving," I told them."Good luck!" I thought to both of them as I left.I grabbed a. " Yes." That was rather pensive. "Um, Chris, I'm afraid weekends are going to be a bit tricky. I've got a match at Margate next Saturday and you know what I'm like afterwards. Then the following weekend I've got an England training and possible selection session at Loughborough. I ought to swim every evening during those two weeks. I'm free the last weekend in July." OK. Just in time. Rugby training gets back into swing in August so my Saturday afternoons will be a write-off." Oh, Chris, I'm. " She moaned, “Oh god, yeah okay.” We disentangled and opened the door. She leaned against the car spread her legs and I leaned into her. I cupped her breast with one hand and slid my other between her legs, and then finger fucked her wet pussy. I had no idea what the people in the other van were doing. They still had their lights on us so couldn't see into the van. I was hoping whoever it was, was enjoying the show and playing too. I had my wife moaning and dripping, I needed to fuck her right. Well, they’re mostly all either dead, or casualties of the long war, both physically and mentally, or just politically irrelevant. They came home to a pension ... but yet another economic depression with damned few jobs or willing women now willing to become traditional wives! They’re mostly angry at the way the world has completely changed during my generation ... but they’ve got fuck-all political clout to change things.Wow, I thought to myself as the fog in the room finally completely.