“Fine. How was your’s?”“Good. It was good.” He smiles.“You’re sweating.” She states, eyeing him suspiciously.He glances at her before ...making his way to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of wine. Pouring her a glass, he passes it to her and drops a kiss on her forehead.“I was thinking of going to the pub tonight, with the boys.” He tells her.“Oh. Okay then.” She shrugs.”“Well, we wouldn’t be doing much anyway, so I said yes when they asked me.”“No problem. I’ll ask Tina to come over.”Shit he. He asks his grandson if he is having fun. "Oh, yes," comes the reply. "Good, then maybe you would like to watch your daddy have fun with Grandpa?" "Oh, yes," the little sprite quips.In utter disbelief my jaw falls as my son takes his hand from my cock. Slowly my dad draws down his running shorts revealing his own mature manhood. "Oh yes, your daddy will have lots of fun." Instinctively I reach between my father's legs and tentatively massage his testicles and ass, then kneading his hard body as. “Plus there are some fancy printers that use photocopying technology, to print directly from computers.”“Where did you hear about that, Billy-boy?” Jacko said. “You’ve been watching too much TV.”“I read stuff!” he protested. “Xerox, the company that invented photocopying, is doing research on it, so is IBM.”“Well, once they get that working, they will replace printers like these,” Robbo said. “I’ll be retired by then, collecting my pension, thank you very much.”Our discussions were interrupted. The rain started coming down hard and there was thunder and lightning that sounded very close. Greg turned the TV on to see if there were any more weather bulletins. The TV beeped and a weather warning came on saying that there were flood warnings in our area and to expect between 3 and 6 inches of rain over the next 12 hours. There was still a tornado watch for the next hour and a half that would expire at 6:30 PM.Sally was getting ready to go back home when a bolt of lightning lit up the sky.