“Yeah I’m sure we can manage” I choked. “Good,” she smiled. “I thought it would be too heavy.” Shesaid. “Now turn around you little ...perv, while I put something on.”She said jokingly. After a couple of seconds I felt her slide into bed finally.I was already starting to breathe pretty hard when I heard, “Baby are you stillwearing your jeans?” She asked quiet confused. “umm yeah…” I replied a little embarrassed. “That’s not going to do baby… I won’t be able to sleep withyou having those. As I moved towards her bedroom I heard some noises and went to investigate. Her bedroom door was cracked enough where I could see in. I peeked in to see if she was ok and was shocked to see my grandmother lying on the bed with Roger on top of her thrusting away. A lump formed in my throat and I went to turn away. But I suddenly found I couldn't. I felt my palms get sweaty and a hole open in my stomach. My crotch started to tingle and for some reason I froze, watching this old guy humping my. One day Our dogs began playing together which started a conversation as we walked around the park .She was called Lisa , she was 46 ,around 5 ft 5 , she had medium length curly red hair and fair skin .She was pretty good looking for her age and had a decent figure from what I could see under her rain coat .Anyway after a few weeks of meeting every morning and chatting we became really good friends and had a good laugh .Lisa was married but her husband worked away alot so he was rarely home. “Phone's in there.” I pointed to the living room. “You want a beer while you wait?” “Christ, yeah, mate! Been a shitter of a day.” “No probs.” I gently kicked the door round as I went into the kitchen. I grabbed my phone from next to the fridge and opened a message to my wife. He's here. Shirtless & sweaty. I didn't really know why I was telling her. I mean, she was hardly going to come rushing home from her weekend away and jump him, or somehow connive him into shagging the both of us. Within.