"Quickly! Get undercover and be ready back me up. I'll confront them here after they've cleared the crest." Sheila worked the bolt action on her rifle...and loaded the firing chamber with a live round. "Boss! Let me stop them." Slinging my rifle over my shoulder, I scooted down on my ass and stood next to Sheila. "Why?" the leader frowned. "Because Fitzwater is a sexist pig. He won't take you seriously; you're a woman. He might listen to me. Maybe." I took a pack of cigarettes from my breast. ....the snake-charmers !! ....that was my wife's biggest worry! (Not the charmers...only the snakes!). She felt every old, sun-wizened face might be harbouring a snake somewhere on his person. (I had the same feelings...but my vision was of a slightly different 'snake' !!)....we reached a suddenly quiet shady corner in the myriad of alleyways that form the casbah. My wife paused, bent slightly, and started to rub her aching ankle......a voice behind us....in surprisingly clear English... . “Not every disability is visible,” she replied.We went in, and we did say goodbye in there, spectacularly, and then I escorted her to the security gate, where we said another, more age appropriate goodbye. I stood there until she disappeared round a corner, turning to wave at me as she reached it. Then I trudged off back to the underground station and took the train back to central London.I thought about Charlie a lot on the train, so much that I missed my connection at Holborn and had to. As I kept swirling my tongue inside her, I reached up to massage the soft flesh of her round tits, tweaking each nipple and cupping them firmly. "Yes! Mmm...oh fuck...lick my p-pussy! Y-yes!" Katie cried, shuddering with another shattering orgasm. Luckily her screams of pleasure were drowned out by the applause behind the curtain; the third act had started. I kept this going for another 5 minutes or so before lifting her off the ground and guiding her silently to a scrap piece of scenery.